_Cla._ Can I cry ay me, To this against my self? I'll break this match, Or make it stronger with my blood. [_Descends._ _Enter_ Alguazier, Piorato, Pacchieco, Metaldi, Mendoza, Lazarillo, _&c._ _Alg._ I am yours. A _Don_'s not priviledg'd here more than your self, Win her, and wear her. _Pio._ Have you a Priest ready? _Alg._ I have him for thee, Lad; and when I have Married this scornful whore to this poor gallant, She will make suit to me; there is a trick To bring a high-pris'd wench upon her knees: For you my fine neat _Harpyes_ stretch your tallons And prove your selves true night-Birds. _Pach._ Take my word For me and all the rest. _Laz._ If there be meat Or any banquet stirring, you shall see How I'll bestow my self. _Alg._ When they are drawn, Rush in upon 'em: all's fair prize you light on: I must away: your officer may give way To the Knavery of his watch, but must not see it. You all know where to find me. [_Exit._ _Met._ There look for us. _Vit._ Who's that? _Mal._ My _Piorato_, welcome, welcome: Faith had you not come when you did my Lord Had done I know not what to me. _Vit._ I am gul'd, First cheated of my Jewels, and then laug[h]'d at: Sirha, what makes you here? _Pio._ A business brings me, More lawful than your own. _Vit._ How's that, you slave? _Mal._ He's such, that would continue her a whore Whom he would make a wife of. _Vit._ I'll tread upon The face you doat on, strumpet. _Enter_ Clara. _Pach._ Keep the peace there. _Vit._ A plot upon my life too? _Met._ Down with him. _Cla._ Show your old valor, and learn from a woman; One Eagle has a world of odds against A flight of Dawes, as these are. _Pio._ Get you off, I'll follow instantly. _Pach._ Run for more help there. [_Exeunt all but Vit. and Clara._ _Vit._ Loss of my gold, and jewels, and the wench too Afflicts me not so much, as th'having _Clara_ The witness of my weakness. _Cla._ He turns from me, And yet I may urge merit, since his life Is made my second gift. _Vit._ May I ne'r prosper If I know how to thank her. _Cla._ Sir, your pardon For pressing thus beyond a Virgins bounds Upon your privacies: and let my being Like to a man, as you are, be th'excuse Of my solliciting that from you, which shall not Be granted on my part, although desir'd By any other: Sir, you understand me, And 'twould shew nobly in you, to prevent From me a farther boldness, which I must Proceed in, if you prove not merciful, Though with my loss of blushes and good name. _Vit._ Madam, I know your will, and would be thankful If it were possible I could affect The daughter of an enemy.