_Cun._ And ever after To make the tainture most notorious, At all our Crests, _videlicet_ our Plackets, Let Laces hang, and we return again Into our former titles, Da[y]ry-maids. _Petru._ No more wars: puissant Ladies, shew conditions And freely I accept 'em. _Mar._ Call in _Livia;_ She's in the Treaty too. _Enter_ Livia _above._ _Mor._ How, _Livia_? _Mar._ Hear you that Sir? There's the conditions for ye, pray peruse 'em. _Petron._ Yes, there she is: 't had been no right rebellion, Had she held off; what think you man? _Mor._ Nay nothing. I have enough o' th' prospect: o' my conscience, The worlds end, and the goodness of a woman Will come together. _Petron._ Are you there sweet Lady? _Liv._ Cry you mercy Sir, I saw you not: your blessing. _Petron._ Yes, when I bless a jade, that stumbles with me. How are the Articles? _Liv._ This is for you Sir; And I shall think upon't. _Mor._ You have us'd me finely. _Liv._ There's no other use of thee now extant, But to be hung up, Cassock, Cap, and all, For some strange monster at Apothecaries. _Petron._ I hear you whore. _Liv._ It must be his then Sir, For need will then compel me. _Cit._ Blessing on thee. [_Liv._ He wil undoe me in meere pans of Coles To make him lustie.] _Petron._ There's no talking to 'em; How are they Sir? _Petru._ As I expected: Liberty and clothes, [_Reads._ When, and in what way she will: continual moneys, Company, and all the house at her dispose; No tongue to say, why is this? or whether will it; New Coaches, and some buildings, she appoints here; Hangings, and Hunting-horses: and for Plate And Jewels for her private use, I take it, Two thousand pound in present: then for Musick, And women to read _French_; _Petron._ This must not be. _Petru._ And at the latter end a clause put in, That _Livia_ shall by no man be importun'd, This whole month yet, to marry. _Petron._ This is monstrous. _Petru._ This shall be done, I'll humor her awhile: If nothing but repentance and undoing Can win her love, I'll make a shift for one. _Soph._ When ye are once a bed, all these conditions Lie under your own seal. _Mar._ Do you like 'em? _Petru._ Yes. And by that faith I gave you 'fore the Priest I'll ratifie 'em. _Cun._ Stay, what pledges? _Mar._ No, I'll take that oath; But have a care you keep it. _Cit._ 'Tis not now As when _Andrea_ liv'd. _Cun._ If you do juggle, Or alter but a Letter of these Articles We have set down, the self-same persecution. _Mar._ Mistrust him not. _Petru._ By all my honesty---- _Mar._ Enough, I yield. _Petron._ What's this Inserted here? _Soph._ That the two valiant women that [command] here Shall have a Supper made 'em, and a large one, And liberal entertainment without grudging, And pay for all their soldiers.