_Sir Greg._ If I could not find in my heart to throw my dagger at thy head, hilts and all, I'm an ass, and no Gentleman. _Clow._ Throw your Dagger at me! do not Knight, I give you fair warning, 'tis but cast away if you do, for you shall have no other words of me, the Lady is an honest Lady, whatsoever reports may go of sports and toys, and thoughts, and words, and deeds, betwixt her and the party which I will not name; this I give you to understand, That another man may have as good an eye, as amorous a nose, as fair a stampt beard, and be as proper a man as a Knight, (I name no parties) a Servingman may be as good as a Sir, a _Pompey_ as a _Gregory_, a _Doodle_ as a _Fop_; so Servingman _Pompey Doodle_, may be respected as well with Ladies (though I name no parties) as _Sir Gregory Fop_; so farewell: [_Exit._ _Sir Greg._ If the fellow be not out of his wits, then will I never have any more wit while I live; either the sight of the Lady has gaster'd him, or else he's drunk, or else he walks in his sleep, or else [he]'s a fool, or a knave, or both, one of the three, I'm sure 'tis; yet now I think on't, she has not us'd me so kindly as her Uncle promis'd me she should, but that's all one, he says I shall have her, and I dare take his word for the best [h]orse I have, and that's a weightier thing than a Lady, I'm sure on't. [_Exit._ _Enter Lady_ Ruinous (_as a man_) Witty-Pate, Sir Ruinous, Priscian, _and Master_ Credulous (_binding and robbing her,_ _and in Scarfs_) Credulous _finds the bag_. _Lady Ruin._ Nay, I am your own, 'tis in your pleasure How you'll deal with me; yet I would intreat, You will not make that which is bad enough, Worse than it need be, by a second ill, When it can render you no second profit; If it be coin you seek, you have your prey, All my store I vow, (and it weighs a hundred) My life, or any hurt you give my body, Can inrich you no more. _Witty._ You may pursue. _L. Ruin._ As I am a Gentleman; I never will, Only we'll bind you to quiet behaviour Till you call out for Bail, and on th' other Side of the hedge leave you; but keep the peace Till we be out of hearing, for by that We shall be out of danger, if we come back, We come with a mischief. _Lady._ You need not fear me. _Prisc._ Come, we'll bestow you then. [_Exit_ Ruin. Prisc. _and Lady_. _Wit._ Why law you Sir, is not this a swifter Revenue than, _Sic probas, ergo's & igitur's_ can bring in? why is not this one of your Syllogismes in _Barbara_? _Omne utile est honestum._