_Wild._ I would she could: but hark thee honest _Toby_. If a man have a Mistriss, may we not, Without my Aunt's leave, borrow now and then A Coach to tumble in, towards the Exchange, And so forth? _Tob._ A Mistriss? _Wild._ She may be thine when we are married. _Tob._ Command, I'll carry you both in pomp; And let my Lady go a foot a Law-catching, And exercise her corns: where is she Master _John_? _Wild._ 'Shat see her. _Tob._ Shall we ring for her? _Wild._ And drink her health? _Tob._ Drink stifly for five hours. _Wild._ We'll drink fifteen. _Tob._ To night? we will ha twenty Torches then, And through the streets drive on triumphantly; Triumphantly we'll drive, by my Lad[y]es door, As I am a Christian Coachman, I will rattle you And Urine in her porch, and she shall fear me: If you say more, I shall run mad outright, I will drink Sack, and surfeit instantly; I know not where I am now. [_Exit._ _Enter_ Lurcher. _Wi._ Hold for thy buttons sake, the knave's transported. _Lur. Jack Wildbrain?_ _Wild._ Honest _Tom_, how thrives the fellonious world with thee now? _Lur._ You look and talk as you were much exalted. _Wild._ Th'art i'th' right _Tom_. I'll tell thee first, I ha shook off my Aunt, and yet I live still, And drink, and sing; her house had like to ha spoil'd me; I keep no hours now; Nor need any false key To the old womans Cabinets, I ha money Upon my word, and pawn no oaths to th' Butler. No matrimonial protestations For Sack-possets to the Chambermaid, I praise my Fate, there be more ways to th' wood _Tom_. _Lur._ Prethee release my wonder. _Wild._ I'll increase it, wipe thine eyes, Here is a chain worth money, and some man had it, A foolis[h] Diamond, and other trifles-- _Lur._ The very same, Oh Gipsey! Infidel! All that I sweat, and ventur'd my neck for, He has got already; who would trust a strumpet: _Wild._ This? This is nothing to what I possess At home. _Lur._ What home? _Wild._ A house that shall be nameless; The Mistriss of it mine too, such a piece For flesh and blood, added to that so loving-- _Lur._ Is she married? _Wild._ I know not, nor I care not; But such a prize, so mounting, so delicious, Thou wilt run mad, I'll tell thee more hereafter. _Lur._ Nay, prethee a word more. _Wild._ I took no pains to find out all this Paradise, My destiny threw me upon't i'th dark, I found it Wanting a Lodging too. _Lur._ No old acquaintance? _Wild._ Never, never saw her; But these things happen not in every age: I cannot stay, if thou wilt meet anon At my own randevow, thou knowest the Tavern, We'll sup together, after that a company Of merry lads have made a match to ring.