_John._ I with spoons as soon, dost thou think The Devil such an Asse as people make him? Such a poor coxcomb? such a penny foot-post? Compel'd with cross and pile to run of errands? With _Asteroth_, and _Behemoth_, and _Belfagor_? Why should he shake at sounds, that lives in a smiths forge? Or if he do-- _Fred._ Without all doubt he do's _John_. _John._ Why should not Bilbo raise him, or a pair of bullyons, They go as big as any? or an unshod Car, When he goes tumble, tumble o're the stones, Like _Anacreons_ drunken verses, [make us tremble?] These make as fell a noise; me thinks the colick Well handled, and fed with small beer-- _Fred._ 'Tis the vertue-- _John._ The vertue? nay, and goodness fetch him up once, H'as lost a friend of me; the wise old Gentleman Knows when, and how; I'le lay this hand to two pence, Let all the Conjurers in Christendom, With all their spells, and vertues call upon him, And I but think upon a wench, and follow it, He shall be sooner mine than theirs; where's vertue? _Fred._ Thou art the most sufficient, (I'le say for thee) Not to believe a thing-- _John._ O Sir, slow credit Is the best child of knowl[e]dge; I'le go with ye, And if he can do any thing, I'le think As you would have me. _Fred._ Let's enquire along, For certain we are not far off. _John._ Nor much nearer. [_Exeunt._ SCENE III. _Enter_ Duke, Petrucchio, _and_ Vecchio. _Vec._ You lost her yester-night. _Pet._ How think you Sir? _Duke._ Is your name _Vecchio_? _Vec._ Yes Sir. _Du._ And you can shew me These things you promise. _Vec._ Your graces word bound to me, No hand of Law shall seize me. _Duke._ As I live Sir-- _Petr._ And as I live, that can do something too Sir. _Vec._ I take your promises: stay here a little, Till I prepare some Ceremonies, and I'le satisfie ye. The Ladies name's _Constantia_? _Petr._ Yes. _Vec._ I come straight. [_Exit_ Vec. _Duke._ Sure he's a learned man. _Petr._ The most now living; Did your grace mark when we told all these circumstances, How ever and anon he bolted from us To use his studies help? _Duke._ Now I think rather To talk with some familiar. _Petr._ Not unlikely, For sure he has 'em subject. _Duke._ How could he else Tell when she went, and who went with her? _Petr._ True. _Du._ Or hit upon mine honour: or assure me The Lady lov'd me dearly? _Enter_ Vecchio, _in his habiliments_. _Petr._ 'Twas so. _Vec._ Now, I do beseech your grace sit down, and you Sir; Nay pray sit close like Brothers. _Petr._ A rare fellow.