_Mich._ So suddenly She cannot, hast ye therefore instantly away Sir, To put that Daughter by; first as to a Father, Then as a friend she was committed to ye, And all the care she now has: by which priviledge She cannot do her this violence, But you may break it, and the law allows ye. _Val._ O but I forc'd her to it. _Mich._ Leave disputing Against your self, if you will needs be miserable Spight of her goodness, and your friends perswasions. Think on, and thrive thereafter. _Val._ I will home then. And follow your advice, and good, good _Michael_. _Mich._ No more, I know your soul's divided, _Valentine_, Cure but that part at home with speedy marriage E're my return, for then those thoughts that vext her, While there ran any stream for loose affections, Will be stopt up, and chaste ey'd honour guide her. Away, and hope the best still: I'le work for ye, And pray too heartily, away, no more words. [_Exeunt._ SCENE IV. _Enter_ Hylas, _and_ Samuel. _Hyl._ I care not for my broken head, But that it should be his plot, and a wench too, A lowzie, lazie wench prepar'd to do it. _Sam._ Thou hadst as good be quiet, for o' my conscience He'l put another on thee else. _Hyl._ I am resolv'd To call him to account, was it not manifest He meant a mischief to me, and laughed at me, When he lay roaring out, his leg was broken, And no such matter? had he broke his neck, Indeed 'twould ne'r have griev'd me; gallows gall him. Why should he chuse out me? _Sam._ Thou art ever ready To thrust thy self into these she occasions, And he as full of knavery to accept it. _Hyl._ Well, if I live I'll have a new trick for him. _Sam._ That will not be amiss, but to fight with him Is to no purpose; besides, he's truly valiant, And a most deadly hand; thou never fought'st yet, Nor o' my Conscience hast no faith in fighting. _Hyl._ No, no, I will not fight. _Sam._ Besides the quarrel, Which has a woman in't to make it scurvy, Who would lye stinking in a Surgeons hands, A month or two this weather? for believe it, He never hurts under a quarters healing. _Hyl._ No, upon better thought, I will not fight, _Sam_, But watch my time. _Sam._ To pay him with a project; Watch him too, I would wish ye; prithee tell me, Dost thou affect these women still? _Hyl._ Yes, 'faith, _Sam_, I love 'em ev'n as well as e'r I did, Nay, if my brains were beaten out, I must to 'em. _Sam._ Dost thou love any woman? _Hyl._ Any woman Of what degree or calling. _Sam._ Of any age too? _Hyl._ Of any age, from fourscore to fourteen, Boy, Of any fashion. _Sam._ And defect too?