_Sham._ How black and blew they are! Is that your manifestation? upon pain Of pounding thee to dust, assume not wrongfully The name of Gentleman, because I'm one, That must not let thee live. _Lap._ I have done, I have done Sir. If there be any harm, beshrew the Herald, I'm sure I ha' not been so long a Gentleman, To make this anger: I have nothing no where, But what I dearly pay for. [_Exit._ _Sham._ Groom begone; I never was so heart-sick yet of man. _Enter Lady, the Duke's Sister_, Lapet's _wife_. _1 Gent._ Here comes a cordial, Sir, from th'other sex, Able to make a dying face look chearful. _Sham._ The blessedness of Ladies--. _Lady._ Y'are well met Sir. _Sham._ The sight of you has put an evil from me, Whose breath was able to make virtue sicken. _Lady._ I'm glad I came so fortunately. What was't Sir? _Sham._ A thing that takes a blow, lives, and eats after it, In very good health; you ha' not seen the like, Madam, A Monster worth your sixpence, lovely worth. [_1 Gent._] Speak low Sir; by all likely-hoods 'tis her Husband, Lady, That now bestow'd a visitation on me. Farewel Sir. [_Exit._ _Sham._ Husband? is't possible that he has a wife? Would any creature have him? 'tis some forc'd match, If he were not kick'd to th' Church o' th' wedding day, I'll never come at Court. Can be no otherwise: Perhaps he was rich, speak mistriss _Lapet_, was't not so? _Wife._ Nay, that's without all question. _Sh._ O ho, he would not want kickers enow then; If you are wise, I much suspect your honesty; For wisdom never fastens constantly, But upon merit: if you incline to fool, You are alike unfit for his society; Nay, if it were not boldness in the man That honors you, to advise you, troth his company Should not be frequent with you. _Wife._ 'Tis good counsel Sir. _Sham._ Oh, I am so careful where I reverence, So just to goodness, and her precious purity, I'm as equally jealous, and as fearful, That any undeserved stain might fall Upon her sanctified whiteness, as of the sin That comes by wilfulness. _Wife._ Sir, I love your thoughts, And honor you for your counsel and your care. _Sham._ We are your servants. _Wife._ He's but a Gentleman o'th' chamber; he might have kist me: Faith, where shall one find less courtesie, than at Court? Say I have an undeserver to my Husband: That's ne'er the worse for him: well strange lip'd men, 'Tis but a kiss lost, there'll more come agen. [_Exit._ _Enter the passionate Lord, the Dukes kinsman, makes_ _a congie or two to nothing._