_Clow._ I do wonder I do not hear of the Lady yet. _Cun._ The good minute may come sooner than you are aware of, I do not think but 'twill e'r night yet, as near as 'tis. _Clow._ Well, I will go walk by the New River, in that meditation, I am o'er shooes, I'm sure upon the drie bank, this gullery of my Master will keep me company this two hours too, if love were not an enemy to laughter, I should drive away the time well enough; you know my walk, Sir, if she sends, I shall be found angling, for I will try what I can catch for luck sake, I will fish fair for't, Oh Knight, that thou shouldst be gull'd so; ha, ha, it does me good at heart, But oh Lady, thou tak'st down my merry part. [_Exit._ _Enter_ Witty-pate. _Witty._ Friend. _Cun._ Here friend. _Witty._ All's afoot, and will goe smooth away, The woman has conquer'd the women, they are gone, Which I have already complain'd to my Father, Suggesting that _Sir Gregory_ is fall'n off From his charge, for neglects and ill usage, And that he is most violently bent On _Gentries_ wife (whom I have call'd a widow) And that without most sudden prevention He will be married to her. _Cun._ [Fool, all] this is wrong, This wings his pursuit, and will be before me; I am lost for ever. _Witty._ No, stay, you shall not go But with my Father, on my wit let it lie, You shall appear a friendly assistant, To help in all affairs, and in execution Help your self only. _Cun._ Would my belief Were strong in this assurance. _Witty._ You shall credit it, And my wit shall be your slave, if it deceive you. _Enter_ Old Knight. My Father-- _Old K._ Oh Sir, you are well met, where's the Knight your friend? _Cun._ Sir, I think your Son has told you. _Witty._ Shall I stand to tell't agen? I tell you he loves, But not my Kinswoman, her base usage, And your slack performance which he accuses most Indeed, has turn'd the Knights heart upside down. _Old K._ I'll curb her for't, can he be but recover'd, He shall have her, and she shall be dutiful, And love him as a Wife too. _Witty._ With that condition, Sir, I dare recall him [were] he enter'd the Church, So much interest of love I assure in him. _Old K._ Sir, it shall be no loss to you if you do. _Witty._ I, but these are words still, will not the deeds Be wanting at the recovery, if it should be agen? _O[l]d K._ Why here fool, I am provided, five hunder'd in earnest, Of the thousands in her Dower, but were they married once, I'd cut him short enough, that's my agreement. _Witty._ I, now I perceive some purpose in you, Father. _Old K._ But wherefore is she then stol'n out of doors to him?