_Lop._ Do ye hear him? well-- _Enter_ Penurio _and_ Isabella. Now, what's the news with you? _Pen._ The sound of War, Sir, Comes still along: The Duke will charge the City, We have lost they say. _Lop._ What shall become of me then, And my poor wealth? _Bar._ Even hang'd, I hope. _Rho._ Remove your Jewels presently, And what you have of wealth into the Cittadel, There all's secure. _Lop._ I humbly thank ye Lady: _Penurio_, get me some can climb the Chimney, For there my Jewels are, my best, my richest, I hid 'em, fearing such a blow. _Pen._ Most happily: I have two boys that use to sweep foul Chimneys, Truly I brought 'em, Sir, to mock your worship, For the great Fires ye keep, and the full Diet. _Lop._ I forgive thee knave, where are they? _Pen._ Here Sir, here: Monsieur _Black_, will your small worship mount? _Enter two Boys._ _1 Boy._ Madam è be com to creep up into your Chimney, and make you [_Boy sings._ Cleane, as any Lady in de world: Ma litla, litla frera, and è, Chanta, frere, chanta. _Pen._ Come Monsieur, mountè, mountè, mount Monsieur Mustard-pot. [_Boy sings._ _1 Boy._ Monsieur è have dis for votra barba, ple ta vou Monsieur. _Pen._ Mountà Monsieur, mountà dere be some fine tings. _1 Boy._ [M]e will creep like de Ferret Monsieur. _Pen._ Dere in the Chimney. [_The Boy above singing._ _1 Boy._ He be de sheilde due shauson, Madam. [_Boy goes in behind the Arras._ _Pen._ There's a Bird's nest, I wou'd have ye climb it Monsieur, Up my fine singing Monsieur: that's a fine Monsieur. _Lop._ Watch him, he do not steal. _Pen._ I warrant ye Sir. _Lop._ These Boys are knavish. [_Boy within, Madam here be de Rat, de Rat, Madam._ _Pen._ I'll look to him ti[th]ly. _Lop._ Lord, what comes here, A walking apparition? [_Boy sings upon_ Bartello's _Shoulder_. _Isab._ Saint _Christopher_. _Rho._ Mercy o' me, what is it? How like my Husband it looks? _Bar._ Get ye down devil, I'll break your neck else: was ever man thus chimnied? _Lop._ Go pay the boys well; see them satisfied. _Pen._ Come Monsieur Devils, come my Black-berries I'll butter ye o' both sides. [_Boy Exit_ [_saying Adieu Madam, adieu Madam_]. _Isab._ Nay, ev'n look Sir, are you cooled now, Captain? _Bar._ I am cuckolled, and fool'd to boot too: Fool'd fearfully, fool'd shamefully. _Lop._ You are welcome Sir, I am glad I have any thing within these doors Sir To make ye merry: you love my wife, I thank ye. You have shew'd your love.