_Pis._ Thou shalt be shortly. _Fath._ Lord, how he takes it! _Piso._ I'll go shift me streight; Art t' sure [it] was to _Piso_? _Fath._ O, too sure, Sir. _Piso._ I'll mount thee if I live for't, Give me patience, heav'n, to bear this blessing I beseech thee; I am but man, I prithee break my head To make me understand I am sensible. _Fath._ Lend me your Dagger, and I will, Sir. _Piso._ No. I believe now like a good Christian. _Fath._ Good Sir, make hast; I dare not go without ye Since I have so mistaken. _Piso._ 'Tis no matter, Meet me within this half hour at St. _Marg'rets_. Well, go thy ways, old Lad, thou hast the trick on't. [_Exit_ Piso. _Enter_ Angelo, _and_ Julio. _Ang._ How now? the news? _Fath._ Well, passing well, I have 'em, Both in a leash, and made right for my purpose. _Jul._ I am glad on't, I must leave you. _Ang._ Whither man? _Jul._ If all go right I may be fast enough too. _Ang._ I cry you mercy, Sir, I know your meaning, _Clora's_ the woman, she's _Frank's_ Bedfellow, Commend me to 'em, go, _Julio_, Bring 'em to supper all, to grace this matter; They will serve for witnesses. _Jul._ I will, farewel. [_Exit_ Julio _at one door, and_ Ang. _and_ Fath. _at another_. SCENE II. _Enter_ Clora, Frank, _and_ Frederick, _and Maid_. _Fred._ Sister, I brought you _Jacomo_ to the door, He has forgot all that he said last night; And shame of that makes him [more] loth to come, I left _Fabricio_ perswading him, but 'tis in vain. _Fran._ Alas, my fortune, _Clora_. _Clor._ Now _Frank_, see what a kind of man you love, That loves you when he's drunk. _Fran._ If so, 'Faith, I would marry him; my friends I hope Would make him drink. _Clor._ 'Tis well consider'd, _Frank_, he has such pretty humours then, Besides, being a Souldier, 'tis better he should love You when he's drunk, than when he's sober, for then he Will be sure to love you the greatest part on's life. _Fran._ And were not I a happy woman then? _Clor._ That ever was born, _Frank_, i' faith-- _Fred._ How now, what says he? _Enter_ Fabricio. _Fab._ 'Faith, you may as well 'tice a Dog up with a Whip and Bell As him, by telling him of Love and Women, he swears They mock him. _Fred._ Look how my Sister weeps. _Fab._ Why, who can help it? _Fred._ Yes, you may safely swear she loves him. _Fab._ Why, so I did; and may do all the oaths, Arithmetick can make, e're he believe me; And since he was last drunk, he is more jealous They would abuse him; if we could perswade him She lov'd, he would embrace it.