_New._ Yes, yes, Madam, And reading to her a pattern of true patience, They read and pray for her too. _Nur._ They had need, Ye had better marry her to her grave a great deal: There will be peace and rest, alass poor Gentlewoman, Must she become a Nurse now in her tenderness? Well Madam, well my heart bleeds. _La._ Thou art a fool still. _Nur._ Pray heaven I be. _La._ And an old fool to be vext thus. 'Tis late she must to bed, go knave be merry, Drink for a boy, away to all your charges. [_Exit._ _Enter_ Wildbrain, _and_ Franck Heartlove. _Wild._ Do as thou wo't, but if thou dost refuse it Thou art the stupid'st ass, there's no long arguing, Time is too precious _Frank_. _Fr._ I am hot with wine. And apt now to believe, but if thou dost this Out of a villany, to make me wrong her, As thou art prone enough. _Wild._ Does she not love thee? Did she not cry down-right e'n now to part with thee? Had she not swounded if I had not caught her? Canst thou have more? _Fr._ I must confess all this. _Wild._ Do not stand prating, and misdoubting, casting, If she go from thee now, she's lost for ever; Now, now she's going, she that loves thee going, She whom thou lov'st. _Fr._ Pray let me think a little. _Wild._ There is no leisure; think when thou hast imbrac'd her Can she imagine thou di[d]st ever honor her? Ever believe thy oaths, that tamely suffer'st An old dry ham of horse-flesh to enjoy her? Enjoy her maiden-head; take but that from her That we may tell posterity a man had it, A handsome man, a Gentleman, a young man, To save the honor of our house, the credit, 'Tis no great matter I desire. _Fr._ I hear you. _Wild._ Free us both from the fear of breeding fools And ophs, got by this shadow: we talk too long. _Fr._ She is going [now] to bed, among the women, What opportunity can I have to meet her? _Wild._ Let me alone, hast thou a will? speak soundly, Speak discreetly, speak home and handsomly, Is't not pitty, nay misery, nay infamy to leave So rare a pie to be cut up by a raskal. _Fr._ I will go presently, now, now, I stay thee. _Wild._ Such a dainty Doe, to be taken By one that knows not neck-beef from a Phesant, Nor cannot rellish Braggat from Ambrosia. Is it not conscience? _Fr._ Yes, yes, now I feel it. _Wild._ A meritorious thing. _Fr._ Good Father _Wildgoose_, I do confess it. _Wild._ Come then follow me. And pluck a mans heart up, I'll lock thee privately, Where she alone shall presently pass by, None near to interupt thee but be sure. _Fr._ I shall be sure enough, lead on, and crown me. _Wild._ No wringings in your mind now as you love me. [_Ex._ _Enter Lady_, Maria, _Justice, Gent. Nurse, Newlove_.