_Leon._ Without 'em--nay no trifling. [_Ex._ Mal. That this dull clod of ignorance should know How to get money, yet want eyes to see How grosly he's abus'd, and wrought upon! When he should make his will, the Rogue's turn'd rampant, As he had renew'd his youth; a handsome wench, Love one a spittle-whore would run away from? Well, Master Steward, I will plead for you In such a method, as it shall appear You are fit to be a property. _Enter_ Malfort, _and_ Clarinda. _Mal._ Yonder he walks That knows my worth and value, though you scorn it. _Clar._ If my Lady know not this-- _Mal._ I'll answer it: If you were a Nun I hope your Cousin German Might talk with you through a grate, but you are none, And therefore may come closer; ne'r hang off, As I live you shall bill; ye may salute as strangers, Custom allows it. Now, now, come upon her With all your Oratory, [tickle her to the quick,] As a young Advocate should, and leave no Vertue Of mine unmentioned, I'll stand centinel; Nay keep the door my self. [_Exit._ _Clar._ How have you work'd This piece of motley to your ends? _Leon._ Of that at leasure, Mistriss. [_Kissing._ _Clar._ Lower, you are too loud, Though the fool be deaf, some of the house may hear you. _Leon._ Suppose they should, I am a Gentleman, And held your Kinsman, under that I hope I may be free. _Clar._ I grant it, but with caution; But be not seen to talk with me familiarly, But at fit distance, or not seen at all, It were the better; you know my Ladies humour, She is all honour, and compos'd of goodness, (As she pretends) and you having no business, How jealous may she grow? _Leon._ I will be rul'd. But you have promis'd, and I must enjoy you. _Clar._ We shall find time for that; you are too hasty, Make your self fit and I shall make occasion, Deliberation makes best in that business, And contents every way. _Leon._ But you must feed This foolish Steward with some shadow of A future favour, that we may preserve him To be our instrument. _Clar._ Hang him. _Leon._ For my sake, Sweet, I undertook to speak for him, any Bauble, Or slight employment in the way of service, Will feed him fat. _Enter_ Malfort. _Clar._ Leave him to me. _Mal._ She comes, my Lady. _Clar._ I will satisfie her. _Mal._ How far have you prevail'd? _Leon._ Observe. _Clar._ Monsieur _Malfort_, I must be brief, my cousin hath spoke much In your behalf, and to give you some proof, I entertain you as my servant, You shall have the grace. _Leon._ Upon your knee receive it. _Clar._ And take it as a special favour from me, To tye my shooe. _Malf._ I am o're-joy'd. _Leon._ Good reason.