FACE. Yes, and as heavily As all the gold he hoped for were in's blood. Let us be light though. SUB [LEAPING UP]. Ay, as balls, and bound And hit our heads against the roof for joy: There's so much of our care now cast away. FACE. Now to our don. SUB. Yes, your young widow by this time Is made a countess, Face; she has been in travail Of a young heir for you. FACE. Good sir. SUB. Off with your case, And greet her kindly, as a bridegroom should, After these common hazards. FACE. Very well, sir. Will you go fetch Don Diego off, the while? SUB. And fetch him over too, if you'll be pleased, sir: Would Dol were in her place, to pick his pockets now! FACE. Why, you can do't as well, if you would set to't. I pray you prove your virtue. SUB. For your sake sir. [EXEUNT.] SCENE 4.4. ANOTHER ROOM IN THE SAME. [ENTER SURLY AND DAME PLIANT.] SUR. Lady, you see into what hands you are fall'n; 'Mongst what a nest of villains! and how near Your honour was t' have catch'd a certain clap, Through your credulity, had I but been So punctually forward, as place, time, And other circumstances would have made a man; For you're a handsome woman: would you were wise too! I am a gentleman come here disguised, Only to find the knaveries of this citadel; And where I might have wrong'd your honour, and have not, I claim some interest in your love. You are, They say, a widow, rich: and I'm a batchelor, Worth nought: your fortunes may make me a man, As mine have preserv'd you a woman. Think upon it, And whether I have deserv'd you or no. DAME P. I will, sir. SUR. And for these household-rogues, let me alone To treat with them. [ENTER SUBTLE.] SUB. How doth my noble Diego, And my dear madam countess? hath the count Been courteous, lady? liberal, and open? Donzel, methinks you look melancholic, After your coitum, and scurvy: truly, I do not like the dulness of your eye; It hath a heavy cast, 'tis upsee Dutch, And says you are a lumpish whore-master. Be lighter, and I will make your pockets so. [ATTEMPTS TO PICK THEM.] SUR [THROWS OPEN HIS CLOAK]. Will you, don bawd and pickpurse? [STRIKES HIM DOWN.] how now! reel you? Stand up, sir, you shall find, since I am so heavy, I'll give you equal weight. SUB. Help! murder! SUR. No, sir, There's no such thing intended: a good cart, And a clean whip shall ease you of that fear. I am the Spanish don "that should be cozen'd, Do you see, cozen'd?" Where's your Captain Face, That parcel broker, and whole-bawd, all rascal! [ENTER FACE, IN HIS UNIFORM.] FACE. How, Surly!