_Dor._ Why do you rail at me? do I dwell in her To force her to do this or that? your letter, A wilde-fire on your letter; your sweet Letter; You are so learned in your writs: ye stand now As if ye had worried sheep: you must turn tippet, And suddenly, and truely, and discreetly Put on the shape of order and humanity, Or you must marry _Malkyn_ the May Lady: You must, dear Brother: do you make me carrier Of your confound-mee's, and your culverings? Am I a seemly agent for your oaths? Who would have writ such a debosh'd? _Thom._ Your patience, May not a man profess his love? _Dor._ In blasphemies? Rack a maids tender ears, with dam's and Devils? _Thom._ Out, out upon thee, How would you have me write? Begin with my love premised? surely, And by my truly Mistress. _Dor._ Take your own course, For I see all perswasion's lost upon ye: Humanitie, all drown'd: from this hour fairly I'le wash my hands of all ye do: farewel Sir. _Tho._ Thou art not mad? _Dor._ No, if I were, dear Brother I would keep you company: get a new Mistress Some suburb Saint, that six pence, and some others Will draw to parley: carowse her health in Cans And candles ends, and quarrel for her beauty, Such a sweet heart must serve your turn: your old love Releases ye of all your tyes; disclaims ye And utterly abjures your memory Till time has better manag'd ye, will ye command me-- _Thom._ What, bob'd of all sides? _Dor._ Any worthy service Unto my Father Sir, that I may tell him Even to his peace of heart, and much rejoycing Ye are his true Son _Tom_ still? will it please ye To beat some half a dozen of his servants presently, That I may testifie you have brought the same faith Unblemish'd home, ye carried out? or if it like you There be two chambermaids within, young wenches, Handsom and apt for exercise: you have been good, Sir, And charitable though I say it Signiour To such poor orphans: and now, by th' way I think on't Your young rear Admiral, I mean your last bastard _Don John_, ye had by Lady _Blanch_ the Dairy Maid, Is by an Academy of learned Gypsies, Foreseeing some strange wonder in the infant Stoln from the Nurse, and wanders with those Prophets. There is plate in the parlour, and good store Sir, When your wants shall supply it. So most humbly (First rendring my due service) I take leave Sir. [_Exit._