_Const._ Wee'll bring the Stocks and all else, and't please your Grace. _Enter_ Bustofa _and_ Ismenia. _Am._ That man's my husband certain, instead of this: Both would have deceiv'd, and both beguil'd. _Bust._ Soh hoh, Miller, Miller, look out Miller: is there n'ere a Miller amongst you here, Gentlemen? _[T]ir._ Yes Sir, here is a Miller amongst Gentlemen, A Gentleman Miller. _Bust._ I should not be far off then; there went but a pair of sheers and a bodkin between us. Will you to work Miller? Here's a maid has a sack full of news for you: shall your stones walk? will you grind Miller? _Phil._ This your son, _Franio_? _Fra._ My ungratious, my disobedient, My unnatural, my rebel son (my Lord.) _Bust._ Fie, your hopper runs over, Miller. _Fra._ This villain (of my own flesh and blood) was accessary To the stealing of my daughter. _Bust._ Oh Mountain, Shalt thou call a molehill a scab upon the face Of the earth? though a man be a thief, shall a Miller call Him so? Oh egregious! _Jul._ Remember Sirrha, who you speak before. _Bust._ I speak before a Miller. A thief in grain; for he steals corn: He that steals A wench, is a true man to him. _Phil._ Can you prove that? you may help another cause that was in pleading. _Bust._ I'll prove it strongly. He that steals corn, steals the bread of the Common-wealth; He that steals a wench, steals but the flesh. _Phil._ And how is the bread stealing more criminal then the flesh? _Bust._ He that steals bread, steals that which is lawful every day: He that steals flesh, steals nothing from the fasting day: _Ergo_ to steal the bread is the arranter theft. _Phil._ This is to some purpose. _Bust._ Again, he that steals flesh steals for his own belly full: He that steals bread, robs the guts of others: _Ergo_, The arranter thief the bread-stealer. Again he that steals flesh, steals once, and gives over; yes, and often pays for it: the other steals every day, without satisfaction. To conclude, Bread-stealing is the more capital crime: for what he steals he puts it in at the head: he that steals flesh (as the Dutch Author says) puts it in at the foot (the lower member.) Will you go as you are now, Miller? _Phil._ How has this satisfied you, Don _Bellides_? _Bel._ Nothing (my Lord) my cause is serious. I claim a daughter from that loving thiefe there. _Ant._ I would I had her for you, Sir. _Bel._ Ah ha, _Julio_. _Jul._ How said you, _Antonio_? Wish you, you had his daughter? _Ant._ With my soul I wish her; and my body Shall perish, but I'll injoy my souls wish. I would have slain my friend for his deceit, But I do find his own deceit hath paid him.