_Hum._ I shall; then first and foremost for relief I call to you, if that you can afford it, I care not at what price, for on my word, it Shall be repaid again, although it cost me More than I'll speak of now, for love hath tost me In furious blanket like a Tennis-ball, And now I rise aloft, and now I fall. _Luce._ Alas good Gentleman, alas the day. _Hum._ I thank you heartily, and as I say, Thus do I still continue without rest, I' th' morning like a man, at night a beast, Roaring and bellowing mine own disquiet, That much I fear, forsaking of my diet, Will bring me presently to that quandary, I shall bid all adieu. _Lu._ Now by _S. Mary_ That were great pity. _Hum._ So it were beshrew me, Then ease me lusty _Luce_, and pity shew me. _Luce._ Why Sir, you know my will is nothing worth Without my Fathers grant, get his consent, And then you may with assurance try me. _Hum._ The Worshipful your Sire will not deny me, For I have ask'd him, and he hath reply'd, Sweet Master _Humphrey_, _Luce_ shall be thy Bride. _Luce._ Sweet Master _Humphrey_ then I am content. _Hum._ And so am I in truth. _Lu._ Yet take me with you, There is another clause must be annext, And this it is I swore, and will perform it, No man shall ever joy me as his wife, But he that stole me hence: if you dare venture, I am yours; you need not fear, my father loves you: If not, farewel for ever. _Hum._ Stay Nymph, stay, I have a double Gelding coloured bay, Sprung by his Father from _Barbarian_ kind, Another for my self, though somewhat blind, Yet true as trusty tree. _Luce._ I am satisfied, And so I give my hand, our course must lie Through _Waltham_ Forrest, where I have a friend Will entertain us, so farewel Sir _Humphrey_. [_Exit_ Luce. And think upon your business. _Hum._ Though I die, I am resolv'd to venture life and lim, For one so young, so fair, so kind, so trim. [_Exit_ Hum. _Wife._ By my faith and troth _George_, and as I am virtuous, it is e'n the kindest young man that ever trode on shooe-leather: well, go thy waies, if thou hast her not, 'tis not thy fault 'ifaith. _Cit._ I prethee Mouse be patient, a shall have her, or I'll make some of 'em smoak for't. _Wife._ Thats my good lamb _George_, fie, this stinking Tobacco kills men, would there were none in _England_: now I pray Gentlemen, what good does this stinking Tobacco do you? nothing; I warrant you make chimneys a your faces: Oh Husband, Husband, now, now there's _Ralph_, there's _Ralph_. _Enter_ Ralph, _like a Groc[e]r in's shop, with_ _two Prentices, reading_ Palmerin _of_ England. _Cit._ Peace fool, let _Ralph_ alone, hark you _Ralph_; do not strain your self too much at the first, peace, begin _Ralph_.