_Lur._ I may meet with him yet e're I dye as cunning as he is. _Wild._ You may do good _Tom_, at the [m]arriage, We have plate and dainty things. _Lur._ Do you no harm Sir; For yet methinks the Marriage should be mar'd If thou maist have thy will, farewell, say nothing. [_Exit._ _Enter Gentlemen._ _Wild._ You are welcome noble friends. _1._ I thank you Sir, Nephew to the old Lady, his name is _Wildbrain_, And wild his best condition. _2._ I have heard of him, I pray ye tell me Sir, is young _Maria_ merry After her Marriage rites? does she look lively? How does she like her man? _Wild._ Very scurvily, And as untowardly she prepares her self, But 'tis mine Aunts will, that this dull mettal Must be mixt with her to allay her handsomeness. _1._ Had _Heartlove_ no fast friends? _Wild._ His means are little, And where those littles are, as little comforts Ever keep company: I know she loves him, His memory beyond the hopes of ---- Beyond the _Indies_ in his mouldy Cabinets, But 'tis her unhandsome fate. _Enter_ Heartlove. _1._ I am sorry for't, Here comes poor _Frank_, nay we are friends, start not Sir, We see you'r willow and are sorry for't, And though it be a wedding we are half mourners. _Fr._ Good Gentlemen remember not my fortunes, They are not to be help'd by words. _Wild._ Look up man, A proper sensible fellow and shrink for a wench? Are there no more? or is she all the handsomness? _Fr._ Prethee leave fooling. _Wild._ Prethee leave thou whining, Have maids forgot to love? _Fr._ You are injurious. _Wild._ Let 'em alone a while, they'll follow thee. _1._ Come good _Frank_. Forget now, since there is no remedy, And shew a merry face, as wise men would do. _2._ Be a free guest, and think not of those passages. _Wild._ Think how to nick him home, thou knowst she dotes on thee Graff me a dainty medler on his crabstocke; Pay me the dreaming puppy. _Fr._ Well, make your mirth, the whilst I bear my misery: Honest minds would have better thoughts. _Wild._ I am her Kinsman, A[n]d love her well, am tender of her youth, Yet honest _Frank_, before I would have that stinkard, That walking rotten tombe, enjoy her maidenhead. _Fr._ Prethee leave mocking. _Wild._ Prethee _Frank_ believe me, Go to consider, hark, they knock to dinner. [_Knock within._ Come wo't thou go? _2._ I prethee _Frank_ go with us, And laugh and dance as we do. _Fr._ You are light Gentlemen, Nothing to weigh your hearts, pray give me leave, I'll come and see, and take my leave. _Wild._ We'll look for you, Do not despair, I have a trick yet. [_Exit._