_Roch._ So farre that if you trouble me againe With a report like this, I shall not onely 290 Iudge you malicious in your disposition, But study to repent what I haue done To such a nature. _Rom._ Why, ’tis exceeding well. _Roch._ And for you, daughter, off with this, off with it: I haue that confidence in your goodnesse, I, 295 That I will not consent to haue you liue Like to a Recluse in a cloyster: goe Call in the gallants, let them make you merry, Vse all fit liberty. _Bell._ Blessing on you. If this new preacher with the sword and feather 300 Could proue his doctrine for Canonicall, We should haue a fine world. _Exit Bellapert._ _Roch._ Sir, if you please To beare your selfe as fits a Gentleman, The house is at your seruice: but if not, Though you seeke company else where, your absence 305 Will not be much lamented-- _Exit Rochfort._ _Rom._ If this be The recompence of striuing to preserue A wanton gigglet honest, very shortly ’Twill make all mankinde Panders--Do you smile, Good Lady Loosenes? your whole sex is like you, 310 And that man’s mad that seekes to better any: What new change haue you next? _Beau._ Oh, feare not you, sir, Ile shift into a thousand, but I will Conuert your heresie. _Rom._ What heresie? Speake. _Beau._ Of keeping a Lady that is married, 315 From entertayning seruants.-- _Enter Nouall Iu._ _Malatine_, _Liladam_, _Aymer_, _Pontalier_. O, you are welcome, Vae any meanes to vexe him, And then with welcome follow me. _Exit Beau_ _Nou._ You are tyr’d With your graue exhortations, Collonell. _Lilad._ How is it? Fayth, your Lordship may doe well, 320 To helpe him to some Church-preferment: ’tis Now the fashion, for men of all conditions, How euer they haue liu’d; to end that way. _Aym._ That face would doe well in a surplesse. _Rom._ Rogues, Be silent--or-- _Pont._ S’death will you suffer this? 325 _Rom._ And you, the master Rogue, the coward rascall, I shall be with you suddenly. _Nou._ _Pontallier_, If I should strike him, I know I shall kill him: And therefore I would haue thee beate him, for Hee’s good for nothing else. _Lilad._ His backe 330 Appeares to me, as it would tire a Beadle, And then he has a knotted brow, would bruise A courtlike hand to touch it. _Aym._ Hee lookes like A Curryer when his hides grown deare. _Pont._ Take heede He curry not some of you.