_Cun._ You'r shrewdly hurt then; This is your comfort, your great wisest Women Pick their first Husband still out of that house, And some will have 'em to chuse, if they bury twenty. _Mir._ I'm of their minds, that like him for a [first] Husband, To run youths race with [him], 'tis very pleasant, But when I'm old, I'd alwayes wish for a wiser. _Cun._ You may have me by that time: For this first business, Rest upon my performance. _Mir._ With all thankfulness. _Cun._ I have a project you must aid me in too. _Mir._ You bind me to all lawful action, Sir. _Cun._ Pray wear this Scarf about you. _Mir._ I conjecture now-- _Cun._ There's a Court Principle for't, one office must help another; As for example, for your cast o' Manchits out o'th' Pantry, I'll allow you a Goose out o'th' Kitchin. _Mir._ 'Tis very sociably done, Sir, farewel performance, I shall be bold to call you so. _Cun._ Do, sweet confidence, _Enter Sir_ Gregory. If I can match my two broad brim'd hats; 'Tis he, I know the Maggot by his head; Now shall I learn newes of him, my precious chief. _Sir Greg._ I have been seeking for you i'th' bowling-Green, Enquir'd at _Nettletons_, and _Anthonies_ Ordinary, T'ha's vext me to the heart, look, I've a Diamond here, And it cannot find a Master. _Cun._ No? That's hard y'faith. _Sir Greg._ It does belong to some body, a ---- on him, I would he had it, do's but trouble me, And she that sent it, is so waspish too, There's no returning to her till't be gone. _Cun._ Oh, ho, ah sirrah, are you come? _Sir Greg._ What's that friend? _Cun._ Do you note that corner sparkle? _Sir Greg._ Which? which? which Sir? _Cun._ At the West end o'th' Coller. _Sir Greg._ Oh I see't now. _Cun._ 'Tis an apparent mark; this is the stone, Sir, That so much blood is threatned to be shed for. _Sir Greg._ I pray. _Cun._ A tun at least. _Sir Greg._ They must not find't i'me then, they must Goe where 'tis to be had. _Cun._ 'Tis well it came to my hands first, Sir _Gregory_, I know where this must go. _Sir Greg._ Am I discharg'd on't? _Cun._ My life for yours now. [_Draws._ _Sir Greg._ What now? _Cun._ 'Tis discretion, Sir, I'll stand upon my Guard all the while I ha't. _Sir Greg._ 'Troth thou tak'st too much danger on thee still, To preserve me alive. _Cun._ 'Tis a friends duty, Sir, Nay, by a toy that I have late thought upon, I'll u[n]dertake to get your Mistriss for you. _Sir Greg._ Thou wilt not? Wilt? _Cun._ Contract her by a trick, Sir, When she least thinks on't. _Sir Greg._ There's the right way to't, For if she think on't once, shee'l never do't. _Cun._ She does abuse you still then?