Dame K. Never said you truer than that, brother, so much I can tell you for your learning. Thomas, fetch your cloak and go with me. [Exit Gash.] I'll after him presently: I would to fortune I could take him there, i'faith, I'd return him his own, I warrant him! [Exit. Wel. So, let 'em go; this may make sport anon. Now, my fair sister-in-law, that you knew but how happy a thing it were to be fair and beautiful. Brid. That touches not me, brother. Wel. That's true; that's even the fault of it; for indeed, beauty stands a woman in no stead, unless it procure her touching.--But, sister, whether it touch you or no. It touches your beauties; and I am sure they will abide the touch; an they do not, a plague of all ceruse, say I! and it touches me too in part, though not in the--Well, there's a dear and respected friend of mine, sister, stands very strongly and worthily affected toward you, and hath vowed to inflame whole bonfires of zeal at his heart, in honour of your perfections. I have already engaged my promise to bring you where you shall hear him confirm much more. Ned Knowell is the man, sister: there's no exception against the party. You are ripe for a husband; and a minute's loss to such all occasion, is a great trespass in a wise beauty. What say you, sister? On 'my soul he loves you; will you give him the meeting? Brid. Faith, I had very little confidence in mine own constancy, brother, if I durst not meet a man; but this motion of yours savours of an old knight adventurer's servant a little too much, methinks. Wel. What' s that, sister? Brid. Marry, of the squire. Wel. No matter if it did, I would be such an one for my friend. But see, who is return'd to hinder us! Reenter KITELY. Kit. What villainy is this? call'd out on a false message! This was some plot; I was not sent for.---Bridget, Where is your sister? Brid. I think she be gone forth, sir. Kit. How! is my wife gone forth? whither, for God's sake? Brid. She's gone abroad with Thomas. Kit. Abroad with Thomas! Oh, that villain dors me: Beast that I was, to trust him! whither, I pray you, Went she? Brid. I know not, sir. Wel. I'll tell you, brother, Whither I suspect she's gone; Kit. Whither, good brother? Wel. To Cob's house, I believe: but, keep my counsel. Kit. I will, I will: to Cob's house! doth she haunt Cob's? She's gone a purpose now to cuckold me, With that lewd rascal, who, to win her favour, Hath told her all. [Exit. Wel. Come, he is once more gone, Sister, let's lose no time; the affair is worth it. [Exeunt. SCENE VII.---A Street. Enter MATHEW and BOBADILL. Mat. I wonder, captain, what they will say of my going away, ha?