_Lady._ Oh my distracted heart, that my wrackt honor Should for a Brothers, or a Husbands life, through thy undoing, die. _Lam. Amiens_ engag'd; if he miscarry all my hopes and joys, I now confess it loudly, are undone: Caroch, and haste, one minute may betray A life more worth than all time can repay. [_Exeunt Ladies and_ Mont. _Mal._ Hump: Monsieur _Laverdine_ pursues this boy extreamly, Captain, what will you do? _La p._ Any thing but follow to this Land-service; I am a Sea-Captain you know, and to offer to part 'em, without we could do't like Watermen with long staves, a quarter of a mile off, might be dangerous. _Mal._ Why then let's retire and pray for 'em, I am resolv'd to stop your intent; abus'd more than we have been we cannot be, without they fall to flat beating on's. [_Exeunt_ Maly, La-poop. _Lav._ And that were unkindly done i'faith. _Ver._ But you are the trou[b]lesomest Ass that e'er I met with; retire, you smell like a womans chamber, that's newly up, before she have pinsht her vapours in with her cloaths. _Lav._ I will haunt thee like thy Grandames Ghost, thou shalt never rest for me. _Ver._ Well, I perceive 'tis vain to conceal a secret from you: believe it Sir, indeed I am a woman. _Lav._ Why la; I knew't, this Prophetical tongue of mine never fail'd me; my mother was half a witch, never any thing that she forespake, but came to pass: a woman? how happy am I! now we may lawfully come together without fear of hanging; sweet wench, be gracious, in honourable sort I woe, no otherwise. _Ver._ Faith, the truth is, I have loved you long. _Lav._ See, see. _Ver._ But durst not open it. _Lav._ ---- I think so. _Ver._ But briefly, when you bring it to the test, if there be not one Gentleman in this house, will challenge more interest in me, than you can, I am at your disposure. [_Exit._ _Lav._ Oh _Fortunatus_, I envy thee not For Cap, or pouch, this day I'll prove my Fortune, In which your Lady doth elect her Husband, Who will [b]e _Amiens_, 'twill save my wedding dinner, _Povera_, _La Poop_, and _Malicorn_: if all fail, I will turn Citizen, a beauteous wife Is the Horn-book to the richest Tradesmans life. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ Duboys, Orleans, Longueville, Amiens, _two_ _Lacques, a Page with two Pistols_. _Dub._ Here's a good even piece of ground my Lords: Will you fix here? _Orl._ Yes, any where; Lacquey, take off my spurs; Upon a bridge, a rail, but my swords breadth upon a battlement, I'll fight this quarrel. _Dub._ O' the Ropes, my Lord. _Orl._ Upon a Line. _Dub._ So all our Countrey Duels are carried, like a firework on a thred.