little charge, two dogs, and these; these two may be cur'd for 3. pence. _Wid_. You have half perswaded me, pray use your pleasure: and my good friends since I do know your diet, I'le take an order, meat shall not offend you, you shall have Ale. _Capt_. We ask no more, let it be, mighty Lady: and if we perish, then our own sins on us. _Young Lo_. Come forward Gentlemen, to Church my boys, when we have done, I'le give you cheer in bowles. [_Exeunt._ _Actus Quintus. Scena Prima._ _Enter_ Elder Loveless. _Elder Lo_. This senseless woman vexes me to th' heart, she will not from my memory: would she were a man for one two hours, that I might beat her. If I had been unhansome, old or jealous, 'thad been an even lay she might have scorn'd me; but to be young, and by this light I think as proper as the proudest; made as clean, as straight, and strong backt; means and manners equal with the best cloth of silver Sir i'th' kingdom: But these are things at some time of the Moon, below the cut of Canvas: sure she has some Meeching Rascal in her house, some Hind, that she hath seen bear (like another _Milo_) quarters of Malt upon his back, and sing with't, Thrash all day, and i'th' evening in his stockings, strike up a Hornpipe, and there stink two hours, and ne're a whit the worse man; these are they, these steel chin'd Rascals that undo us all. Would I had been a Carter, or a Coachman, I had done the deed e're this time. _Enter_ Servant. _Ser_. Sir, there's a Gentleman without would speak with you. _Elder Lo_. Bid him come in. _Enter_ Welford. _Wel_. By your leave Sir. _Elder Lo_. You are welcome, what's your will Sir? _Wel_. Have you forgotten me? _Elder Lo_. I do not much remember you. _Wel_. You must Sir. I am that Gentleman you pleas'd to wrong, in your disguise, I have inquired you out. _Elder Lo_. I was disguised indeed Sir if I wrong'd you, pray where and when? _Wel_. In such a Ladies house, I need not name her. _Elder Lo_. I do remember you, you seem'd to be a Sutor to that Lady? _Wel_. If you remember this, do not forget how scurvily you us'd me: that was no place to quarrel in, pray you think of it; if you be honest you dare fight with me, without more urging, else I must provoke ye.