_Clow._ And i'th' end will hang by a twine thred. _Foro._ Besides the Island has too many of the profession, they hinder on[e] anothers market. _Clow._ No, no, the pillory hinders their market. _Foro._ You know there the jugling captain. _Clow._ I there's a sure card. _Foro._ Only the fore-man of their jury is dead, but he dyed like a Roman. _Clow._ Else 'tis thought he had made work for the hangman. _Foro._ And the very _Ball_, of your false prophets, he's quasht too. _Clow._ He did measure the stars with a false yard, and may now travail to _Rome_, with a morter on's head to see if he can recover his money that way. _Foro._ Come, come, lets fish for this casket, and to Sea presently. _Clow._ We shall never reach _London_, I fear; My mind runs so much of hanging, landing at _Wapping_. [_Exeunt._ _Enter Mariana._ This well may be a day of joy long wish'd for To my _Clarissa_, she is innocent. Nor can her youth but with an open bosome Meet _Hymens_ pleasing bounties, but to me That am inviron'd with black guilt and horror It does appear a funeral though promising much In the conception were hard to mannage But sad in [the] event, it was not hate But fond indulgence in me to preserve _Cesario's_ threatn'd life in open court Then forc'd me to disclaime him, choosing rather To rob him of his birthright, and honor Than suffer him to run the hazard of Inrag'd _Baptista's_ fury, while he lives; I know I have a Son, and the Dukes sentence A while deluded, and this tempest over, When he assures himself despair hath seiz'd him. [_Knock within._ _Enter Baptista._ I can relieve and raise him--speak, who is it That presses on my privacies? Sir your pardon. You cannot come unwelcome, though it were To read my secret thoughts. _Bap._ Lady to you Mine shall be ever open; Lady said I, That name keeps too much distance, sister rather I should have stil'd you, and I now may claime it, Since our divided families are made one By this blessed marriage; to whose honor comes The Duke in person, waited on by all The braveries of his Court, to witness it, And then to be our ghests, is the bride ready To meet and entertain him? _Maria._ She attends the comming of your Son. _Bap._ Pray you bring her forth. The Duke's at hand--Musick, in her loud voyce, Speaks his arrivall. _Maria._ She's prepar'd to meet it. [--_Exit._ _Enter_ Mariana, Clarissa, _led by two Maids: at the other_ _door_, Baptista _meets with_ Mentivole, _led by two Cour[t]iers,_ _the Duke, Bishop; divers Attendants: (A Song) whilst_ _they salute_.