_Jasp._ Oh no, I do not mean to do him so much kindness, But to our own desires you know the plot We both agreed on. _Luce._ Yes, and will perform My part exactly. _Jasp._ I desire no more, Farewel, and keep my heart, 'tis yours. _Luce._ I take it, He must do miracles, Makes me forsake it. [_Exeunt._ _Cit._ Fie upon 'em little infidels, What a matter's here now? Well, I'll be hang'd for a half-penny, If there be not some abomination knavery in this Play, Well, let 'em look to't, _Ralph_ must come, And if there be any tricks a brewing-- _Wife._ Let 'em brew and bake too Husband, a gods name, _Ralph_ will find all out I warrant you, And they were older than they are. I pray my pretty youth, is _Ralph_ ready? _Boy._ He will be presently. _Wife._ Now I pray you make my commendations unto him, And withal, carry him this stick of Licoras, Tell him his Mistriss sent it him, And bid him bite apiece, 'Twill open his pipes the better, say. _Enter_ Merchant, _and Master_ Humphrey. _Mer._ Come, Sir, she's yours, upon my faith she's yours, You have my hand, for other idle letts Between your hopes and her, thus, with a wind, They are scattered, and no more: my wanton Prentice, That like a bladder blew himself with love, I have lett out, and sent him to discover New masters yet unknown. _Humph._ I thank you Sir, Indeed I thank you, Sir, and e'r I stir, It shall be known however you do deem, I am of gentle blood and gentle seem. _Mer._ Oh Sir, I know it certain. _Hum._ Sir, my friend, Although as Writers say, all things have end, And that we call a Pudding, hath his two, Oh let it not seem strange I pray to you, If in this bloudy simile, I put My love, more endless, than frail things or gut. _Wife._ Husband, I prethee sweet lamb tell me one thing, But tell me truly: Stay youths I beseech you, Till I question my Husband. _Cit._ What is it Mouse? _Wife._ Sirrah, Didst thou ever see a prettier child? How it behaves it self, I warrant ye: And speaks and looks, and pearts up the head? I pray you brother with your favour, Were you never none of Mr. _Moncasters_ Scholars? _Cit._ Chickin, I prethee heartily contain thy self, The childer are pretty childer, But when _Ralph_ comes, Lamb. _Wife._ I when _Ralph_ comes, Conie, Well my youth you may proceed. _M[e]r._ Well Sir, you know my love, and rest, I hope Assur'd of my consent; get but my daughters, And wed her when you please: you must be bold, And clap in close unto her, come, I know You have language good enough to win a wench. _Wife._ A whoresone tyrant, Hath been an old stringer in his days, I warrant him.