_Fra._ O ye grand Ass. _Ma._ And are ye there my Juggler? Away we are abus'd, _Alice_. _Alice._ Fool be with thee. [_Ex._ Mary _and_ Alice. _Tho._ Where is she? _Fra._ Gone; she found you out, and finely, In your own noose she halter'd ye: you must be whispering To know how things shew'd: not content to fare well But you must roar out roast-meat; till that suspicion You carried it most neatly, she believed too And wept most tenderly; had you continu'd, Without doubt you had brought her off. _Tho._ This was thy Roguing, For thou wert ever whispering: fye upon thee Now could I break thy head. _Hyl._ You spoke to me first. _Tho._ Do not anger me, For by this hand I'le beat the buzard blind then. She shall not scape me thus: farewel for this time. _Fra._ Good night, 'tis almost bed time: yet no sleep Must enter these [eyes], till I work a wonder. [_Exit._ _Tho._ Thou shalt along too, for I mean to plague thee For this nights sins, I will never leave walking of thee Till I have worn thee out. _Hyl._ Your will be done, Sir. _Tho._ You will not leave me, _Sam_. _Sam._ Not I. _Tho._ Away then: I'le be your guide now, if my man be trusty, My spightful Dame, I'le pipe ye such a hun[t]sup Shall make ye dance a tipvaes: keep close to me. [_Exeunt._ SCENE II. _Enter_ Sebastian, _and_ Dorothy. _Seb._ Never perswade me, I will marry again, What should I leave my state to, Pins and Poaking-sticks, To Farthingals, and frownces? to fore-horses And an old Leather Bawdy house behind 'em, To thee? _Dor._ You have a Son, Sir. _Seb._ Where, what is he? Who is he like? _Dor._ Your self. _Seb._ Thou lyest, thou hast marr'd him, Thou, and thy prayer books: I do disclaim him: Did not I take him singing yesternight A godly Ballad, to a godly tune too, And had a Catechism in's pocket, Damsel, One of your dear disciples, I perceive it? When did he ride abroad since he came over? What Tavern has he us'd to? what things done That shews a man, and mettle? when was my house At such a shame before, to creep to bed At ten a clock, and twelve, for want of company? No singing, nor no dancing, nor no drinking? Thou think'st not of these scandals; when, and where Has he but shew'd his sword of late? _Dor._ Despair not I do beseech you, Sir, nor tempt your weakness, For if you like it so, I can assure you He is the same man still. _Seb._ Would thou wert ashes On that condition; but believe it Gossip You shall know you have wrong'd.