_Fr._ Now I well hope it is not dangerous; Give me thy hand, as [farre as] honor guides me, I'll know thee again. _Wild._ I thank thee heartily; I know not where to get a Surgeon; This vision troubles me, sure she is living, And I was foolish blind, I could not find it; I bleed apace still, and my heart grows heavy, If I go far I faint, I'll knock at this house, They may be charitable, would 'twere perfect day. _Enter Mistriss._ _Mist._ 'Tis not he: What would you, Sir? _Wild._ I would crave a little rest Lady, And for my hurts some Surgerie, I am a Gentleman That fortune of a fight-- _Mist._ A handsome Gentleman, Alas he bleeds, a very handsome Gentleman. _Wild._ A sweet young wench, beshrew my heart a fair one; Fortune has made me some recompence. _Mist._ Pray come in, the air is hurtful for you, Pray let me lead you, I'll have a bed for you presently, I'll be your Surgeon too, alas sweet Gentleman. _Wild._ I feel no hurts, the morning comes too fast now. _Mist._ Softly, I beseech you. [_Exit._ _Enter Lady and_ Toby. _Tob._ He is not up yet Madam, what meant you To come forth so early? _La._ You blockhead; Your eyes are sow'd up still, they cannot see When it is day: oh my poor _Maria_; Where be the women? _Tob._ They said they would follow us. _La._ He shall not laugh thus at my misery, And kill my child, and steal away her body, And keep her portion too. _Tob._ Let him be hang'd for't, You have my voice. _La._ These women not come yet? A Son-in-law, I'll keep a Conjurer, But I'll find out his knavery. _Tob._ Do, and I'll help him. And if he were here, this whip should conjure him, Here's a _Capias_, and it catch hold on's breech, I'de make him soon believe the Devil were there. _La._ An old Usurer. _Tob._ He married the money, that's all he lookt for; For your daughter, let her sink or swim. _La._ I'll swim him; This is his house, I wonder they stay thus, That we might rail him out on's wits. _Tob._ They'll come, Fear not Madam, and bring clappers with 'em, Or some have lost their old wont, I have heard, No disparagement to your Ladyship, some o' their tongues Like _Tom-a-Lincoln_, three miles off. _La._ Oh fie, How tedious are they? _Tob._ What and we lost no time, You and I shall make a shift to begin with him, And tune our Instruments till the Consort come To make up the full noise, I'll knock. _Ju._ Who's that rapt so saucily? _Tob._ 'Tis I, _Toby_, come down, or else we'll fetch you down, Alas, this is but the [Saunce] bell, here's a Gentlewoman Will ring you another peal, come down, I say.