_Lod._ Pox I am mad. _Ang._ You have always plots Sir, and see how they fall out. _Jac._ You had a plot upon me, how do you like this? _Lod._ I do not speak to you. _Fab._ Because you dare not. _Lod._ But I will have one of that old Rogues teeth set in this Ring. _Fat._ Do'st not thou know that I can beat thee? Dost thou know it now? (_discovers himself._) _Lod._ He beat me once indeed. _Fat._ And if you have forgot it, I can call a witness, Come forth _Piso_--remember you it? _Piso._ Faith I do call to minde such a matter. _Fat._ And if I cannot still do't, you are young And will assist your Father in law. _Piso._ My Father in law? _Ang._ Your Father in law, as sure as this is widow _Leila_. _Piso._ How widow _Lelia_? _Fat._ I' faith 'tis she, Son. _Lod._ Ha, ha, ha, let my provision go, I am glad I Have mist the woman. _Piso._ Have you put a whore upon me? _Lel._ By heaven you do me wrong, I have a heart As pure as any womans, and I mean To keep it so for ever. _Fa._ There is no starting now, Son, if you offer't I can compel you, her estate is great, But all made o're to me, before this match, Yet if you use her kindly, as I swear I think she will deserve, you shall enjoy it During your life, all save some slender piece I will reserve for my own maintenance, And if God bless you with a child by her, It shall have all. _Piso._ So I may have the means, I do not much care what the woman is: Come my sweet heart, as long as I shall find Thy kisses sweet, and thy means plentifull, Let people talk their tongues out. _Lel._ They may talk Of what is past, but all that is to come Shall be without occasions. _Jul._ Shall we not make _Piso_, and _Lodowick_ friends? _Jac._ Hang 'em they dare not be Enemies, or if they be, The danger is not great, welcom _Frederick_. _Enter_ Frederick. _Fred._ First joy unto you all; and next I think We shall have wars. _Jac._ Give me some wine, I'le drink to that. _Fab._ I'le pledge. _Fran._ But I shall lose you then. _Jac._ Not a whit wench; I'le teach thee presently to be a Souldier. _Fred. Fabritio's_ command, and yours are both restor'd. _Jac._ Bring me four glasses then. _Fab._ Where are they? _Ang._ You shall not drink 'em here, 'tis supper time, And from my house no creature here shall stir These three dayes, mirth shall flow as well as wine. _Fa._ Content, within I'le tell you more at large How much I am bound to all, but most to you, Whose undeserved liberality Must not escape thus unrequited. _Jac._ 'Tis happiness to me, I did so well: Of every noble action, the intent Is to give worth reward, vice, punishment. [_Exeunt Om._ Prologue.