_Bob._ I am not regarded: I was the careful Steward that provided these Instruments of peace, I put the longest weapon in your Sisters hand, (my Lord) because she was the shortest Lady: For likely the shortest Ladies love the longest ---- men: And for mine own part, I could have discharged it: my Pistol is no ordinary Pistol, it has two ramming bullets; but thought I, why should I shoot my two bullets into my old Lady? if they had gone, I would not have staid long after: I would ev'n have died too, bravely y'faith, like a _Roman_ Steward: hung my self in mine own chain, and there had been a story of _Bobadilla,_ _Spindola, Zancho_, for after ages to lament: hum: I perceive, I am not only not regarded, but also not rewarded. _Alv._ Prethee peace: 'shalt have a new chain, next Saint _Jaques_ day, or this new gilt: _Bob._ I am satisfied: let virtue have her due: And yet I am melancholy upon this atonement: pray heaven the State rue it not: I would my Lord _Vitellie's_ Steward, and I could meet: they should find it should cost 'em a little more to make us friends: well, I will forswear wine, and women for a year: and then I will be drunk to morrow, and run a whoring like a dog with a broken bottle at's tail; then will I repent next day, and forswear 'em again more vehemently: be forsworn next day again, and repent my repentance: for thus a melancholy Gentleman doth, and ought to live. _Assist._ Nay, you s[h]all dine with me: and afterward I'll with ye to the King: But first, I will Dispatch the Castles business, that this day May be compleat. Bring forth the malefactors. _Enter_ Alguazier, Pachieco, Metaldi, Mendoza, Lazaril, Piorato, Malroda, _and Guard_. You _Alguazier_, the Ringleader of these Poor fellows, are degraded from your office, You must return all stolen goods you receiv'd, And watch a twelve month without any pay: This, if you fail of, (all your goods confiscate) You are to be whipt, and sent into the Gallies. _Alg._ I like all, but restoring that Catholique Doctrine. I do dislike: Learn all ye officers By this to live uprightly (if you can.) [_Exit._ _Assist._ You Cobler, to t[r]anslate your manners new, Are doom'd to th' Cloisters of the Mendicants, With this your brother, botcher, there for nothing To cobble, and heel hose for the poor Friers, Till they allow you pennance for sufficient, And your amendment; then you shall be freed, And may set up again. _Pach. Mendoza_, come, Our souls have trode awry in all mens sight, We'll underlay 'em, till they go upright. [_Exe._ Pach. _and_ Mend. _Assist. Smith_, in those shackles you for your hard heart Must lie by th' heels a year. _Met._ I have shod your horse, my Lord. [_Exit._