_Fran. Fabricio_, you have undone a Maid [Frank _kneels_. By treachery; know you some other better, You would prefer your friend to? if you do not Bring him again, I have no other hope, But you that made me lose hope, if you fail me, I ne'r shall see him, but shall languish out A discontented life, and dye contemn'd. _Fab._ This vexes me, I pray you be more patient, [_Lifts her up._ If I have any truth, let what will happen, I'll bring him presently, do ye all stand At the Street door, the maids, and all, to watch When I come back, and have some private place To shuffle me into; for he shall follow In fury, but I know I can out-run him As he comes in, clap all fast hold on him; And use your own discretions. _Fred._ We will do it. _Fab._ But suddenly, for I will bring him hither With that unstopt speed, that he shall run over All that's in's way; and though my life be ventur'd 'Tis no great matter, I will do't. _Fran._ I thank you, Worthy _Fabricio_. [_Exeunt._ SCENE III. _Enter_ Jacomo. _Jac._ I ever knew no woman could abide me, But am I grown so contemptible, by being once drunk Amongst 'em, that they begin to throw piss on my head? For surely it was piss, huh, huh. [_seem to smell._ _Enter_ Fabritio. _Fab. Jacomo_, how do'st thou? _Jac._ Well, something troubled with waterish humours. _Fab._ Foh, how thou stink'st! pre'thee stand further off me, Me thinks these humours become thee better than thy dry Cholerick humours, or thy wine-wet humours; ha? _Jac._ You're pleasant, but _Fabritio_ know I am not in the mood of Suffering jests. _Fab._ If you be not i' th' mood I hope you will not be moody, But truly I cannot blame the Gentlewomen, you stood evesdropping Under their window, and would not come up. _Jac._ Sir, I suspect now, by your idle talk Your hand was in't, which if I once believe, Be sure you shall account to me. _Fab._ The Gentlewomen and the Maids have counted to you already, The next turn I see is mine. _Jac._ Let me dye but this is very strange; good _Fabritio_ Do not provoke me so. _Fab._ Provoke you? you're grown the strangest fellow; there's no Keeping company with you, phish; take you that. [Sidenote: Fab. _gives him a box o'th' ear suddenly, and throws him_ _from him, and goes his way, whilst_ Jaco. _draws his Sword_.] _Jac._ O all the Devils! stand Slave. _Fab._ Follow me if thou dar'st. _Jac._ Stay coward, stay. [Jac. _runs after_ Fabricio. SCENE IV. _Enter_ Fred, Fra, Clora, _and Servant, and Maid_. _Clara._ Be ready for I see _Fabritio_ running, And _Jacomo_ behind him. _Enter_ Fabritio. _Fab._ Where's the place?