_Cit._ Nay, prethee _Nell_ chide not: for as I am an honest man, and a true Christian Grocer, I do not like his doings. _Wife._ I cry you mercy then _George_, you know we are all frail, and full of infirmities. Dee hear Master _Merri-thought_, may I crave a word with you? _Old Mer. within._ Strike up lively lads. _Wife._ I had not thought in truth, Master _Merri-thought_, that a man of your age and discretion (as I may say) being a Gentleman, and therefore known by your gentle conditions, could have used so little respect to the weakness of his wife: for your wife is your own flesh, the staff of your age, your yoke-fellow, with whose help you draw through the myre of this transitory world: Nay, she's your own rib. And again-- _Old Mer._ I come not hither for thee to teach, I have no pulpit for thee to preach, I would thou hadst kist me under the breech, As thou art a Lady gay. _Wife._ Marry with a vengeance, I am heartily sorry for the poor Gentlewoman: but if I were thy wife, i'faith gray-beard, i'faith-- _Cit._ I prethee sweet Hony-suckle, be content. _Wife._ Give me such words that am a Gentlewoman born, hang him hoary Rascal. Get me some drink _George_, I am almost molten with fretting: now beshrew his Knaves heart for it. _Old mer._ Play me a light _Lavalto_: come, be frollick, fill the good fellows wine. _Mist. mer._ Why Master _Merri-thought_, are you disposed to make me wait here: you'll open I hope, i'll fetch them that shall open else. _Old mer._ Good woman, if you will sing, I'll give you something, if not-- SONG. _You are no love for me_ Marget, _I am no love for you._ _Come aloft Boys, aloft._ _Mist. mer._ Now a Churles fart in your teeth Sir: Come _Mick_, we'll not trouble him, a shall not ding us i'th' teeth with his bread and his broth, that he shall not: come boy, I'll provide for thee, I warrant thee: wee'll go to Master _Venterwels_ the Merchant, I'll get his letter to mine Host of the _Bell_ in _Waltham_, there I'll place thee with the Tapster, will not that do well for thee _Mick_? and let me alone for that old Cuckoldly Knave your father, I'll use him in his kind, I warrant ye. _Wife._ Come _George_, where's the beer? _Cit._ Here Love. _Wife._ This old fornicating fellow will not out of my mind yet; Gentlemen, I'll begin to you all, I desire more of your acquaintance, with all my heart. Fill the Gentlemen some beer _George_. _Finis Actus Tertii. Musick._ _Actus Quartus. Scæna Prima._ _Boy danceth._