[Madge _with a Devils vizard roaring, offers to kiss him, and he falls down_. _Maid._ Farewel Sir. _Mary._ What hast thou done? thou hast broke his neck. _Maid._ Not hurt him, He pitcht upon his legs like a Cat. _Tho._ O woman: O miserable woman, I am spoil'd, My leg, my leg, my leg, oh both my legs! _Mary._ I told thee' what thou hadst done, mischief go with thee. _Tho._ O I am lam'd for ever: O my leg, Broken in twenty places: O take heed, Take heed of women, Fidler: oh a Surgeon, A Surgeon, or I dye: oh my good people, No charitable people, all despightfull, Oh what a misery am I in! oh my leg. _Lan._ Be patient Sir, be patient: let me bind it. _Enter_ Samuel, _and_ Hylas, _with his head broken_. _Tho._ Oh do not touch it rogue. _Hyl._ My head, my head, Oh my head's kill'd. _Sam._ You must be courting wenches Through key-holes, Captain _Hylas_, come and be comforted, The skin is scarce broke. _Tho._ O my leg. _Sam._ How do ye Sir? _Tho._ Oh maim'd for ever with a fall, he's spoil'd too, I see his brains. _Hyl._ Away with me for Gods sake, A Surgeon. _Sam._ Here's a night indeed. _Hyl._ A Surgeon. [_Ex. all but Fidler._ _Enter_ Mary, _and Servant below_. _Mary._ Go run for help. _Tho._ Oh. _Mary._ Run all, and all too little, O cursed beast that hurt him, run, run, flye, He will be dead else. _Tho._ Oh. _Mary._ Good friend go you too. _Fid._ Who pays me for my Musick? _Mary._ Pox o' your Musick, There's twelve pence for ye. _Fid._ There's two groats again forsooth, I never take above, and rest ye merry. [_Exit._ _Ma._ A grease pot guild your fidle strings: how do you, How is my dear? _Tom._ Why well I thank ye sweet heart, Shall we walk in, for now there's none to trouble us? _Ma._ Are ye so crafty, Sir? I shall meet with ye, I knew your trick, and I was willing: my _Tom_, Mine own _Tom_, now to satisfie thee, welcom, welcom, Welcom my best friend to me, all my dearest. _Tom._ Now ye are my noble Mistress: we lose time sweet. _Ma._ I think they are all gone. _Tom._ All, ye did wisely. _Ma._ And you as craftily. _Tom._ We are well met Mistress. _Ma._ Come, let's goe in then lovingly: O my Skarf _Tom_. I lost it thereabout, find it, and wear it As your poor Mistress favour. [_Exit._ _Tom._ I am made now, I see no venture is in no hand: I have it, How now? the door lock't, and she in before? Am I so trim'd?