_Foro._ You should have forty in a morning beleaguer my closet, and strive who should be cozen'd first, amongst four-score love-sick waiting women that has come to me in a morning to learn what fortune should betide them in their first marriage, I have found above 94 to have lost their maiden-heads. _Clow._ By their own confession, but I was fain to be your male midwife, and work it out of them by circumstance. _Foro._ Thou wast, and yet for all this frequent resort of women and thy hand[l]ing of their urinals and their cases, thou art not given to lechery, what should be the reason of it? thou hast wholsome flesh enough about thee; me thinks the divell should tempt thee to't. _Clow._ What need he do that, when he makes me his instrument to tempt others. _Foro._ Thou canst not chuse but utter thy rare good parts; thou wast an excellent baud I acknowledge. _Clow._ Well, and what I have done that way, I will spare to speak of all you and I have done sir, and though we should-- _Foro._ We will for _England_, that's for certain. _Clow._ We shall never want there. _Foro._ Want? their Court of Wards shall want money first: for I profess my self Lord Paramount over fools a[n]d madfolkes. _Clow._ Do but store your self with lyes enough against you come thither. _Foro._ Why that's all the familiarity I ever had with the Divell, my guift of lying, they say he's the Father of lyes; and though I cannot conjure, yet I profess my self to be one of his poor gossips. I will now reveale to thee a rare peece of service. _Clow._ What is it my most worshipful Doctor _Lamb_-stones? _Foro._ There is a Captain come lately from Sea, They call _Prosper_, I saw him this morning Through a chink of wainscote that divides my lodging, And the Host of the house, withdraw my Host, and Hostess, the fair _Biancha_, and an antient gentlewoman into their bedchamber; I could not overhear their conference, but I saw such a mass of gold & Jewels, & when he had done he lock't it up into a casket; great joy there was amongst them, & forth they are gone into the city, and my Host told me at his going forth he thought he should not return till after supper: now Sir, in their absence will we fall to our picklocks, enter the chamber, seize the Jewels, make an escape from _Florence_, and we are made for ever. _Clow._ But if they should go to a true conjurer, and fetch us back in a whirle-wind? _Foro._ Do not believe there is any such fetch in _Astrology_, and this may be a means to make us live honest hereafter. _Clow._ 'Tis but an ill road to't that lyes through the high way of theeving. _Foro._ For indeed I am weary of this trade of fortune-telling; and mean to give all over, when I come into _England_, for it is a very ticklish quality.