_Lady._ Excuse me gentle Sir, 'twas from my knowledge, And shall have no protection. And to you Sir, You have shew'd more heat than wit, and from your self Have borrowed power, I never gave you here, To do these vile unmanly things: my house Is no blind street to swagger in; and my favours Not doting yet on your unknown deserts So far, that I should make you Master of my business; My credit yet stands fairer with the people Than to be tried with swords; and they that come To do me service, must not think to win me With hazard of a murther; if your love Consist in fury, carry it to the Camp: And there in honour of some common Mistress, Shorten your youth, I pray be better temper'd: And give me leave a while Sir. _Wel._ You must have it. [_Exit_ Welford. _Lady._ Now Sir, your business? _El. Lo._ First, I thank you for schooling this young fellow, Whom his own follies, which he's prone enough Daily to fall into, if you but frown, Shall level him a way to his repentance: Next, I should rail at you, but you are a Woman, And anger's lost upon you. _Lady._ Why at me Sir? I never did you wrong, for to my knowledge This is the first sight of you. _Elder Lo._ You have done that, I must confess I have the least curse in Because the least acquaintance: But there be (If there be honour in the minds of men) Thousands when they shall know what I deliver, (As all good men must share in't) will to shame Blast your black memory. _Lady._ How is this good Sir? _Elder Lo._ 'Tis that, that if you have a soul will choak it: Y'ave kill'd a Gentleman. _Lady._ I kill'd a Gentleman! _Elder Lo._ You and your cruelty have kill'd him Woman, And such a man (let me be angry in't) Whose least worth weighed above all womens vertues That are; I spare you all to come too: guess him now? _Lady._ I am so innocent I cannot Sir. _Elder Lo_. Repent you mean, you are a perfect Woman, And as the first was, made for mans undoing. _Lady._ Sir, you have mist your way, I am not she. _Elder Lo._ Would he had mist his way too, though he had Wandered farther than Women are ill spoken of, So he had mist this misery, you Lady. _Lady._ How do you do, Sir? _Elder Lo._ Well enough I hope. While I can keep my self out from temptations. _Lady._ Leap into this matter, whither would ye? _Elder Lo._ You had a Servant that your peevishness Injoined to Travel. _Lady._ Such a one I have Still, and shall be griev'd 'twere otherwise.