_Ja._ Gentlewoman, I pray you let me feel your face; I am an Infidel, if she do not weep: Stay, where's my handkerchief? I'le wipe the old wet off, fresh tears come, pox on't I am a handsom, gracious fellow amongst women, and Knew't not Gentlewoman; how should I know these tears are For me? is not your Mother dead? _Fran._ By heaven they are for you. _Jac._ 'Slight I'le have my head curl'd, and powder'd tomorrow By break of day; if you love me, I pray you kiss me, For if I love you, it shall be such love, as I will not be Asham'd of, if this be a mock-- [_kisses._ It is the heartiest, and the sweetest mock That e're I tasted, mock me so again-- [_kiss again._ _Fred._ Fy _Jacomo_? why do you let her kneel So long? _Jac._ It's true I had forgot it-- [_lifts her up._ And should have done this twelve-moneth; pray you rise. _Frederick_, if I could all this while have been perswaded she could Have lov'd me, dost thou think I had not rather kiss her Than another should? and yet you may gull me for ought I know, but if you do, hell take me if I do not cut All your throats sleeping. _Fred._ Oh do not think of such a thing. _Jac._ Otherwise, if she be in earnest, the short is I am. _Fran._ Alas, I am. _Jac._ And I did not think it possible any woman Could have lik'd this face, it's good for nothing, is't? _Clor._ Yes it's worth forty shillings to pawn, being lin'd almost quite Through with velvet. _Fran._ 'Tis better than your _Julio's_. _Jac._ Thou thinkest so, But otherwise, in faith it is not _Frank_-- [_whilst_ Jacomo _is kissing_ Frank. _Enter_ Fabritio. _Fab._ Hist _Jacomo_; How do'st thou Boy? ha? _Jac._ Why very well, I thank you Sir. _Fab._ Do'st thou perceive the reason of matters, and passages Yet Sirrah, or no? _Jac._ 'Tis wondrous good Sir. _Fab._ I have done simply for you, but now you are beaten to some Understanding, I pray you dally not with the Gentlewoman But dispatch your Matrimony, with all convenient speed. _Fred._ He gives good counsel. _Jac._ And I will follow it. _Fab._ And I you, prethee do not take it unkindly, For trust me I boxt thee for thy advancement, A foolish desire I had to joggle thee into preferment. _Jac._ I apprehend you Sir, and if I can study out a course How a bastinadoing may any wayes raise your fortunes In the State, you shall be sure on't. _Fab._ Oh Sir keep your way, God send you much joy. _Clora._ And me my _Julio_. O God I hear his voyce, now he is true, Have at a marriage _Frank_, as soon as you-- [_Exeunt all but_ Fred. _Enter a Messenger._ _Mess._ Sir I would speak with you. _Fred._ What is your has[t]y business friend?