_Jac._ Faith Madam, our weddings were as hasty as yours, We are glad to run up and down any whither, to see where We can get meat to our wedding. _Piso._ That _Lodowick_ hath provided too, good Asse. _Ang._ I thought you _Julio_ would not thus have stollen a marriage Without acquainting your friends. _Jul._ Why I did give thee inklings. _Ang._ If a marriage should be thus stubber'd up in a play, e're almost Any body had taken notice you were in love, the Spectators Would take it to be but ridiculous. _Jul._ This was the first, and I will never hide Another secret from you. _Enter_ Father. _Fath._ Sir, yonder's your friend _Lodowick_, hide your self And 'twill be the best sport-- _Piso._ Gentlemen, I pray you take no notice, I'm here. The coxcomb _Lodowick_ is coming in. _Enter_ Lodowick. _Lod._ Is that the Lady? _Fath._ That is my Lady. _Lod._ As I live she's a fair one; what make all these here? _Fath._ O Lord Sir she is so pester'd-- _Fab._ Now will the sport be, it runs right as _Julio_ told us. _Lod._ Fair Lady health to you; some words I have, that Require an utterance more private, Than this place can afford. _Lel._ I'le call my husband, All business I hear with his ears now. _Lod._ Good Madam no, but I perceive your jest, You have no husband, I am the very man That walk'd the streets so comely. _Lel._ Are you so? _Lod._ Yes faith, when _Cupid_ first did prick your heart. I am not cruel, but the love begun I'th' street I'le satisfie i'th' chamber fully. _Lel._ To ask a Madman whether he be mad Were but an idle question, if you be, I do not speak to you, but if you be not Walk in the streets again, and there perhaps I may dote on you, here I not endure you. _Lod._ Good Madam stay, do not you know this Ring? _Lel._ Yes it was mine, I sent it by my Man, To change and so he did, it has a blemish, And this he brought me for it; did you change it? Are you a Goldsmith? _Lod._ Sure the world is mad, Sirrah, did you not bring me this ring from your Lady? _Fath._ Yes surely Sir, did I, but your worship must ev'n bear with me; For there was a mistaking in it, and so, as I was Saying to your worship, my Lady is now married. _Lod._ Married? to whom? _Fa._ To your worships friend _Piso_. _Lod._ S'death to _Piso_? _Piso within._ Ha, ha, ha. _Ang._ Yes Sir I can assure you she's married to him, I saw't With these gray eyes. _Lod._ Why what a Rogue art thou then! thou hast made Me send in provision too. _Fa._ O a Gentleman should not have such foul words in's mouth. But your Worships provision could not have come in at a fitter time; Will it please you to tast any of your own wine? It may be the Vintner has cozen'd you.