_Jul._ Thou shalt go, I must needs have thee as a witness with me Of my repentance; as thou lov'st me go. _Ang._ Well I will go, since you will have it so, But if I prove a fool too, look to have me Curse you continually, and fearfully. _Jul._ And if thou seest me fall again, good _Angelo_ Give me thy counsel quickly lest I perish. _Ang._ Pray Heaven I have enough to save my self, For as I have a soul, I had rather venture Upon a savage Island, than this woman. [_Exeunt._ SCENE II. _Enter Father, and Servant._ _Fath._ From whom Sir, comes this bounty? for I think You are mistaken. _Serv._ No Sir, 'tis to you I am sure my Mistris sent it. _Fath._ Who's your Mistris, That I may give her thanks? _Serv._ The vertuous Widow. _Fath._ The vertuous widow Sir? I know none such: Pray what's her name? _Ser._ Lælia. _Fath._ I knew you err'd, 'Tis not to me I warrant ye; there Sir, Carry it to those she feeds fat with such favours, I am a stranger to her. _Serv._ Good Sir take it, And if you will, I'le swear she sent it to you, For I am sure mine eye never went off ye Since you forsook the Gentlemen you talk'd with Just at her door. _Fath._ Indeed I talkt with two Within this half hour in the street. _Serv._ 'Tis you Sir, And none but you I am sent to: wiser men Would have been thankful sooner, and receiv'd it, 'Tis not a fortune every man can brag of, And from a woman of her excellence. _Fa._ Well Sir, I am Catechiz'd; what more belongs to't? _Serv._ This only Sir; she would intreat you come This evening to her without fail. _Fath._ I will. _Serv._ You ghess where. _Fath._ Sir I have a tongue else. [_Exit Ser._ She is down-right Devil; or else my wants And her disobedience have provok't her To look into her foul self, and be sorry. I wonder how she knew me? I had thought I had been the same to all, I am to them That chang'd me thus: Heaven pardon me for lying, For I have paid it home: many a good man That had but found the profit of my way Would forswear telling true again in hast. _Enter_ Lodovico, _and_ Piso. Here are my praters; now if I did well I should belabour 'em, but I have found A way to quiet 'em, worth a thousand on't. _Lod._ If we could get a fellow that would do it. _Fat._ What villany is now in hand? _Pis._ 'Twill be hard to be done in my opinion Unless we light upon an _English-man_ With seven-score surfeits in him. _Lod._ Are the _English-men_ such stubborn drinkers?