[_Exeunt._ _Enter Mercer, Pandar, Francissina._ _Mer._ Have I spoke thus much in the honor of Learning? learn'd the names of the seven liberal Sciences, before my marriage; and since, have in haste written Epistles congratulatory, to the Nine Muses, and is she prov'd a Whore and a Begger? _Pan._ 'Tis true, you are not now to be taught, that no man can be learn'd of a suddain; let not your first project discourage you, what you have lost in this, you may get again in Alchumie. _Fran._ Fear not Husband, I hope to make as good a wife, as the best of your neighbors have, and as honest. _Mer._ I will goe home; good Sir, do not publish this, as long as it runs amongst our selves; 'tis good honest mirth: you'll come home to supper; I mean to have all her friends, and mine, as ill as it goes. _Pan._ Do wisely Sir, and bid your own friends, your whole wealth will scarce feast all hers, neither is it for your credit, to walk the streets with a woman so noted; get you home and provide her cloaths: let her come an hour hence with an Hand-basket, and shift her self, she'll serve to sit at the upper end of the Table, and drink to your customers. _Mer._ Art is just, and will make me amends. _Pan._ No doubt Sir. _Mer._ The chief note of a Scholar you say, is to govern his passions; wherefore I do take all patiently; in sign of which, my [most] dear Wife, I do kiss thee, make haste home after me, I shall be in my study. [_Exit Mercer._ _Pan._ Go, avaunt, my new City Dame, send me what you promis'd me for consideration; and may'st thou prove a Lady. _Fran._ Thou shalt have it, his Silks shall flie for it. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ Lazarello _and his boy_. _Laz._ How sweet is a Calm after a Tempest, what is there now that can stand betwixt me and felicity? I have gone through all my crosses constantly; have confounded my enemies, and know where to have my longing[s] satisfied: I have my way before me, there's the door, and I may freely walk into my delights: knock boy. _Jul._ Who's there? [_Within._ _Laz. Madona_, my Love, not guilty, not guilty, open the door. _Enter_ Julia. _Jul._ Art thou come sweet-heart? _Laz._ Yes, to [thy] soft embraces, and the rest of my over-flowing blisses; come, let us in and swim in our delights: a short Grace as we go, and so to meat. _Jul._ Nay my dear Love, you must bear with me in this; we'll to the Church first. _Laz._ Shall I be sure of it then? _Jul._ By my love you shall.