_Luce._ Your Nurse had the less labour. _Hum._ Faith it may be, Unless it were by chance I did beray me. _Enter_ Jasper. _Jasp. Luce_, dear friend _Luce_. _Luce._ Here _Jasper_. _Jasp._ You are mine. _Hum._ If it be so, my friend, you use me fine: What do you think I am? _Jasp._ An arrant Noddy. _Hum._ A word of obloquie: now by gods body, I'll tell thy Master, for I know thee well. _Jasp._ Nay, and you be so forward for to tell, Take that, and that, and tell him, Sir, I gave it: And say I paid you well. _Hum._ O Sir I have it, And do confess the payment, pray be quiet. _Jasp._ Go, get you to your night-cap and the diet, To cure your beaten bones. _Luce._ Alas, poor _Humphrey_, Get thee some wholsome broth with Sage and Cumfrie: A little oil of Roses and a Feather To noint thy back withal. _Hum._ When I came hither, Would I had gone to _Paris_ with _John Dorry_. _Luce._ Farewel my pretty Nump, I am very sorry I cannot bear thee company. _Hum._ Farewel, The Devils Dam was ne'r so bang'd in Hell. [_Exeunt._ [_Manet_ Humphrey. _Wife._ This young _Jasper_ will prove me another Things, a my conscience and he may be suffered; _George_, dost not see _George_ how a swaggers, and flies at the very heads a fokes as he were a Dragon; well if I do not do his lesson for wronging the poor Gentleman, I am no true Woman, his friends that brought him up might have been better occupied, I wis, then have taught him these fegaries: he's e'n in the high-way to the Gallows, God bless him. _Cit._ You're too bitter, Connie, the young man may do well enough for all this. _Wife._ Come hither master _Humphrey_, has he hurt you? now beshrew his fingers for't, here Sweet-heart, here's some Green Ginger for thee, now beshrew my heart, but a has Pepper-nel in's head, as big as a Pullets egg: alas, sweet Lamb, how thy Temples beat; take the peace on him sweet heart, take the peace on him. _Enter a Boy._ _Cit._ No, no, you talk like a foolish woman, I'll ha _Ralph_ fight with him, and swinge him up well-favour'dly: sirrah boy come hither, let _Ralph_ come in and fight with _Jasper_, _Wife._ I and beat him well, he's an unhappy boy. _Boy._ Sir, you must pardon us, the plot of our Play lies contrary, and 'twill hazard the spoiling of our Play. _Cit._ Plot me no plots, I'll ha _Ralph_ come out, I'll make your house too hot for you else. _Boy._ Why Sir, he shall, but if any thing fall out of order, the Gentlemen must pardon us. _Cit._ Go your ways good-man boy, I'll hold him a penny he shall have his belly full of fighting now, ho here comes _Ralph_, no more.