_Rom._ As if thou ere wer’t angry But with thy Taylor, and yet that poore shred Can bring more to the making vp of a man, Then can be hop’d from thee: thou art his creature, 115 And did hee not each morning new create [thee] Thou wouldst stinke and be forgotten. Ile not change On syllable more with thee, vntill thou bring Some testimony vnder good mens hands, Thou art a Christian. I suspect thee strongly, 120 And wilbe satisfied: till which time, keepe from me. The entertaiment of your visitation Has made what I intended on a businesse. _Nou._ So wee shall meete--Madam. _Rom._ Vse that legge again, And Ile cut off the other. _Nou._ Very good. 125 _Exit Nouall._ _Rom._ What a perfume the Muske-cat leaues behind him! Do you admit him for a property, To saue you charges, Lady. _Beau._ Tis not vselesse, Now you are to succeed him. _Rom._ So I respect you, Not for your selfe, but in remembrance of, 130 Who is your father, and whose wife you now are, That I choose rather not to vnderstand Your nasty scoffe then,-- _Beau._ What, you will not beate mee, If I expound it to you. Heer’s a Tyrant Spares neyther man nor woman. _Rom._ My intents 135 Madam, deserue not this; nor do I stay To be the whetstone of your wit: preserue it To spend on such, as know how to admire Such coloured stuffe. In me there is now speaks to you As true a friend and seruant to your Honour, 140 And one that will with as much hazzard guard it, As euer man did goodnesse.--But then Lady, You must endeauour not alone to bee, But to appeare worthy such loue and seruice. _Beau._ To what tends this? _Rom._ Why, to this purpose, Lady, 145 I do desire you should proue such a wife To _Charaloys_ (and such a one hee merits) As Caesar, did hee liue, could not except at, Not onely innocent from crime, but free From all taynt and suspition. _Beau._ They are base 150 That iudge me otherwise.