_Mal._ Peace, peace, you rotten Rogue, supported by A staffe of rottener office: dare you check Any accesses that I will allow? _Piorato_ is my friend, and visits me In lawful sort to espouse me as his wife; And who will cross, or shall our enter-views? You know me sirrah, for no Chambermaid, That cast her belly, and her wastecoat lately; Thou think'st thy Constableship is much: not so, I am ten offices to thee: I, thy house, Thy house, and office is maintain'd by me. _Alg._ My house-of-office is maintain'd i' th' garden: Go too, I know you, and I have contriv'd; Y'are a delinquent, but I have contriv'd A poison, though not in the third degree: I can say, black's your eye, though it be grey; I have conniv'd at this, your friend, and you: But what is got by this connivency? I like his feather well: a proper man, Of good discourse, fine conversation, Valiant, and a great carrier of the business, Sweet breasted, as the Nightingale, or Thrush: Yet I must tell you; you forget your self, My Lord _Vitellies_ love, and maintenance Deserves no other Jack i' th' box, but he: What though he gather'd first the golden fruit, And blew your pig's-coat up into a blister, When you did wait at Court upon his mother; Has he not well provided for the barn? Beside, what profit reap I by the other? If you will have me serve your pleasure, Lady, Your pleasure must accommodate my service; As good be virtuous and poor, as not Thrive by my knavery, all the world would be Good, prosper'd goodness like to villany. I am the Kings Vice-gerent by my place; His right Lieutenant in mine own precinct. _Mal._ Thou art a right rascal in all mens precincts; Yet now my pair of twins, of fool, and knave, Look we are friends; there's Gold for thee, admit Whom I will have, and keep it from my _Don_; And I will make thee richer than thou'rt wise: Thou shalt be my Bawd, and my Officer: Thy children shall eat still, my good night Owl, And thy old wife sell Andirons to the Court, Be countenanced by the _Dons_, and wear a hood, Nay, keep my Garden-house; I'll call her Mother, Thee Father, my good poysonous Red-hair'd Dill, And Gold shall daily be thy Sacrifice, Wrought from a fertile Island of mine own, Which I will offer, like an _Indian_ Queen. _Alg._ And I will be thy devil, thou my flesh, With which I'll catch the world. _Mal._ Fill some _Tobacco_, And bring it in: if _Piorato_ come Before my _Don_, admit him; if my _Don_ Before my Love, conduct him, my dear Devil. [_Exit._