_Cla._ A most delicate sweet one, Let my truth purchase then. _Isab._ I should first try it, But you may happily.-- _Cla._ You shall not doubt me, I hope she loves me; when I prove false, shame take me; Will ye believe a little? _Isab._ I fear, too much, Sir. _Cla._ And will ye love a little? _Isab._ That should be your part: _Cla._ Thus I begin then, thus and thus. _Isab._ A good beginning, We have a proverb saies, makes a good ending. _Cla._ Say ye so? 'tis well inferr'd. _Isab._ Good Sir, your patience: Methinks I have ventur'd now, like a weak Bark Upon a broken billow, that will swallow me, Upon a rough Sea of suspitions, Stuck round with jealous rocks. _Pen. within._ A hem, a hem there. _Isab._ This is my man; my fears too soon have found me, _Enter_ Penurio. Now what's the news? _Pen._ A pox of yonder old Rigel, The Captain, the old Captain. _Isab._ What old Captain? _Pen._ Captain courageous yonder of the Castle, Captain, Don _Diego_, old _Bartello_. _Isab._ Where is he? _Pen._ He's coming in: 'Twould vex the Devil, that such an old Potgun as this, That can make no sport, should hinder them that can do it. _Isab._ I would not have him see the Gentleman, For all the world, my credit were undone then. _Pen._ Shall I fling a piss-pot on's head as he comes in, And take him into th' kitchin, there to drie him. _Isab._ That will not do; and he is so humorous too He will come in. _Cla._ What is he? _Isab._ One much troubles me. _Pen._ And can do nothing, cannot eat. _Isab._ Your sight now, Out of a driveling dotage he bears to me, May make him tell my husband, and undo me. _Cla._ What would ye have me do? _Isab._ But for a while Sir, Step here behind this hanging, presently I'll answer him, and then-- _Cla._ I will obey ye. _Enter_ Bartello. _Bar._ Where's my rich Jeweller? I have stones to sett. _Pen._ He is abroad, and sure Sir. _Bart._ There's for your service: Where's the fair Lady? all alone sweet beauty? _Isab._ She's never much alone Sir, that's acquainted With such companio[n]s as good honest thoughts are. _Bar._ I'll sit down by thee, and I'll kiss thy hand too, And in thine ear swear by my life I love thee. _Isab._ Ye are a merry Captain. _Bar._ And a mad one, Lady; By th' mas thou hast goodly eies, excellent eies, wench, Ye twinkling rogues, look what thy Captain brings thee, Thou must needs love me, love me heartily, Hug me, and love me, hug me close. _Isab._ Fie Captain.