_Enter Mistriss._ Sweet-heart, I have brought a Gentleman, A friend of mine to be acquainted with you, He's other than he seems; why d'ye stare thus? _Mist._ Oh Sir, forgive me, I have done ye wrong. _Lur._ What's the matter? didst ever see her afore _Jack_? _Wild._ Prethee do what thou wot wi'me, if thou hast A mind, hang me up quickly. _Lur._ Never despair, I'll give thee my share rather, Take her, I hope she loves thee at first sight, She has petticoats will patch thee up a suit; I resign all, only I'll keep these trifles. I took some pains for 'em, I take it _Jack_; What think you pink of beauty, come let me Counsel you both to marry, she has a trade, If you have audacity to hook in Gamesters: Let's ha a wedding, you will be wondrous rich; For she is impudent, and thou art miserable; 'Twill be a rare match. _Mist._ As you are a man, forgive me, I'll redeem all. _Lur._ You wo'not to this geer of marriage then? _Wild._ No, no, I thank you _Tom_, I can watch for A groat a night, and be every gentlemans fellow. [_Exit Mi._ _Lur._ Rise and be good, keep home and tend your business. _Wild._ Thou hast don't to purpose, give me thy hand _Tom_; Shall we be friends? thou seest what state I am in, I'll undertake this pennance to my Aunt, Just as I am, and openly I'll goe; Where, if I be received again for currant, And fortune smile once more-- _Lur._ Nay, nay, I'm satisfied, so farewel honest louzie _Jack_. _Wild._ I cannot help it, some men meet with strange destinies. If things go right thou mayst be hang'd, and I May live to see't, and purchase thy apparel: So farewel _Tom_, commend me to thy Polcat. [_Exit._ _Enter Lady, Nurse, Servant._ _La._ Now that I have my counsel ready, and my cause ripe; The Judges all inform'd of the abuses; Now that he should be gone. _Nur._ No man knows whether, And yet they talk he went forth with a Constable That told him of strange business that would bring him Money and Lands, and Heaven knows what; but they Have search'd, and cannot find out such an Officer: And as a secret, Madam, they told your man _Nicholas_, whom you sent thither as a spie, They had a shrewd suspition 'twas the devil I' th' likeness of a Constable, that has tempted him: By this time to strange things; there have been men As rich as he, have met convenient rivers, And so forth; many trees have born strange fruits: D'ye think he has not hang'd himself? _La._ If he be hang'd, who has his goods? _Nur._ They are forfeited, they say. _La._ He has hang'd himself for certain then, Only to cosin me of my Girls portion. _Nur._ Very likely. _La._ Or did not the Constable carry him to some prison?