_Foro._ But these _Italians_ are more nimble-pated, we must have some new trick for them; I protest but that our Hostess's daughter is a sweet Lass, and draws great resort to'th' house, we were as good draw teeth a horseback. _Clow._ I told 'em in the Market-place you could conjure, and no body would believe me: but ere long I will make 'em believe you can conjure with such a figuary. _Foro._ What language shall's conjure in? high _Dutch_ I think, that's full i'th' mouth. _Clow._ No, no, _Spanish_, that roars best; and will appear more dreadful. _Foro._ Prethee tell me thy conceit thou hast to gull them. _Clow._ No, no, I will not stael it; but my dear Jews-trump, for thou art but my instrument, I am the plotter, and when we have cozen'd 'em most titely, thou shalt steal away the Inn-keepers daughter, I'll provide my self of another moveable: and we will most purely retire our selves to _Geneva_. _Foro._ Thou art the compass I sail by. _Enter_ Baptista _and_ Mentivole. _Bap._ Was ever expectation of so Noble A requital answered with such contumely! A wild _Numidian_ that had suck'd a Tigress, Would not have been so barbarous; Did he threat To cut thy hand off? _Ment._ Yes Sir, and his slaves were ready to perform't. _Bapt._ What hind'red it? _Ment._ Only his sons intreaty. _Bapt._ Noble youth, I wish thou wert not of his blood; thy pitty Gives me a hope thou art not. _Ment._ You mistake Sir, The injury that followed from the son, Was worse than the fathers; he did first disarme And took from me a Jewel, which I prize Above my hand or life. _Bap._ Take thy sword from thee? He stole it like a Thief rather, he could not I'th' Field deprive thee of it. _Ment._ He took it from me, And sent me forth so thin, and so unmade up, As if I had been a Foot-boy. _Bap._ O my fury! I must now ask thee forgiveness, that my rashness, Bred out of too much friendship, did expose thee To so eminent a danger; which I vow I will revenge on the whole Family: All the calamities of my whole life, My banishment from _Genoa_, my wifes loss Compar'd to this indignity, is nothing; Their Family shall repair't; it shall be to them Like a plague, when the Dog-star reigns most hot: An _Italian's_ revenge may pause, but's ne'er forgot. [_Exit._ _Ment._ I would I had conceal'd this from my Father, For my interest in _Clarissa_; my care now Must be to untangle this division, That our most equal flames may be united; And from these various and perturbed streames, Rise, like a sweet Morn, after terrible dreams.-- [_Exit._ _Enter_ Clarissa _and_ Cæsario. _Clar._ Brother, I am happy in your recovery.