_Lila._ Let him alone, let him alone, thou shalt lose thy arme, fellow: if we stirre against thee, hang vs. _Page._ S’foote, I thinke they haue the better on him, though they be kickd, they talke so. _Lila._ Let’s leaue the mad Ape. 150 _Nou._ Gentlemen. _Lilad._ Nay, my Lord, we will not offer to dishonour you so much as to stay by you, since hee’s alone. _Nou._ Harke you. _Aym._ We doubt the cause, and will not disparage you, so 155 much as to take your Lordships quarrel in hand. Plague on him, how he has crumpled our bands. _Page._ Ile eene away with ’em, for this souldier beates man, woman, and child. _Exeunt. Manent Nou. Rom._ _Nou._ What meane you, sir? My people. _Rom._ Your boye’s gone. 160 _Lockes the doore._ And doore’s lockt, yet for no hurt to you, But priuacy: call vp your blood againe, sir, Be not affraid, I do beseach you, sir, (And therefore come) without, more circumstance Tell me how farre the passages haue gone 165 ’Twixt you and your faire Mistresse _Beaumelle_, Tell me the truth, and by my hope of Heauen It neuer shall goe further. _Nou._ Tell you why sir? Are you my confessor? _Rom._ I will be your confounder, if you doe not. 170 _Drawes a pocket dag._ Stirre not, nor spend your voyce. _Nou._ What will you doe? _Rom._ Nothing but lyne your brayne-pan, sir, with lead, If you not satisfie me suddenly, I am desperate of my life, and command yours. _Nou._ Hold, hold, ile speake. I vow to heauen and you, 175 Shee’s yet vntouch’t, more then her face and hands: I cannot call her innocent; for I yeeld On my sollicitous wrongs she consented Where time and place met oportunity To grant me all requests. _Rom._ But may I build 180 On this assurance? _Nou._ As vpon your fayth. _Rom._ Write this, sir, nay you must. _Drawes Inkehorne and paper._ _Nou._ Pox of this Gunne. _Rom._ Withall, sir, you must sweare, and put your oath Vnder your hand, (shake not) ne’re to frequent This Ladies company, nor euer send 185 Token, or message, or letter, to incline This (too much prone already) yeelding Lady. _Nou._ ’Tis done, sir. _Rom._ Let me see, this first is right, And heere you wish a sudden death may light Vpon your body, and hell take your soule, 190 If euer more you see her, but by chance, Much lesse allure. Now, my Lord, your hand. _Nou._ My hand to this? _Rom._ Your heart else I assure you. _Nou._ Nay, there ’tis.