_Luce._ Yes, and will perform My part exactly. _Jasp._ I desire no more, Farewell, and keep my heart, 'tis yours. _Luce._ I take it, He must do miracles, makes me forsake it. [_Exeunt._ _Cit._ Fie upon 'em, little infidels, what a matter's here now? Well, I'll be hang'd for a half-penny, if there be not some abomination knavery in this play; well, let 'em look to it, Ralph must come, and if there be any tricks a-brewing---- _Wife._ Let 'em brew and bake too, husband, a God's name. Ralph will find all out I warrant you, and they were older than they are. I pray, my pretty youth, is Ralph ready? _Boy._ He will be presently. _Wife._ Now I pray you make my commendations unto him, and withal, carry him this stick of liquorice; tell him his mistress sent it him, and bid him bite a piece, 'twill open his pipes the better, say. _Enter_ MERCHANT _and_ MASTER HUMPHREY. _Merch._ Come, sir, she's yours, upon my faith she's yours, You have my hand; for other idle lets, Between your hopes and her, thus with a wind They're scattered, and no more. My wanton prentice, That like a bladder blew himself with love, I have let out, and sent him to discover New masters yet unknown. _Hum._ I thank you, sir, Indeed I thank you, sir; and ere I stir, It shall be known, however you do deem, I am of gentle blood, and gentle seem. _Merch._ Oh, sir, I know it certain. _Hum._ Sir, my friend, Although, as writers say, all things have end, And that we call a pudding, hath his two, Oh let it not seem strange, I pray to you, If in this bloody simile, I put My love, more endless than frail things or gut. _Wife._ Husband, I prithee, sweet lamb, tell me one thing, but tell me truly. Stay, youths, I beseech you, till I question my husband. _Cit._ What is it, mouse? _Wife._ Sirrah, didst thou ever see a prettier child? how it behaves itself, I warrant you: and speaks and looks, and perts up the head? I pray you brother, with your favour, were you never one of Mr. Muncaster's scholars? _Cit._ Chicken, I prithee heartily contain thyself, the childer are pretty childer, but when Ralph comes, lamb! _Wife._ Ay, when Ralph comes, cony! Well, my youth, you may proceed. _Merch._ Well, sir, you know my love, and rest, I hope, Assured of my consent; get but my daughter's, And wed her when you please; you must be bold, And clap in close unto her; come, I know You've language good enough to win a wench. _Wife._ A toity tyrant, hath been an old stringer in his days, I warrant him. _Hum._ I take your gentle offer, and withal Yield love again for love reciprocal. _Mar._ What, Luce, within there? _Enter_ LUCE. _Luce._ Called you, sir?