_Elder Lo._ This kiss indeed is sweet, pray God no sin lie under it. _Lady._ There is no sin at all, try but another. _Wel._ O my heart! _Mar._ Help Sister, this Lady swounds. _Elder Lo._ How do you? _Wel._ Why very well, if you be so. _Elder Lo._ Since a quiet mind lives not in any Woman, I shall do a most ungodly thing. Hear me one word more, which by all my hopes I will not alter, I did make an oath when you delai'd me so, that this very night I would be married. Now if you will go without delay, suddenly, as late as it is, with your own Minister to your own Chapel, I'le wed you and to bed. _Lady._ A match dear servant. _Elder Lo._ For if you should forsake me now, I care not, she would not though for all her injuries, such is her spirit. If I be not ashamed to kiss her now I part, may I not live. _Wel._ I see you go, as slily as you think to steal away: yet I will pray for you; all blessings of the world light on you two, that you may live to be an aged pair. All curses on me if I do not speak what I do wish indeed. _Elder Lo._ If I can speak to purpose to her, I am a villain. _Lady._ Servant away. _Mar._ Sister, will you Marry that inconstant man? think you he will not cast you off to morrow, to wrong a Lady thus, lookt she like dirt, 'twas basely done. May you ne're prosper with him. _Wel._ Now God forbid. Alas I was unworthy, so I told him. _Mar._ That was your modesty, too good for him. I would not see your wedding for a world. _Lady._ Chuse chuse, come _Younglove_. [_Exit_ La. Elder Lo. _and_ Young. _Mar._ Dry up your eyes forsooth, you shall not think we are all such uncivil beasts as these. Would I knew how to give you a revenge. _Wel._ So would not I: No let me suffer truly, that I desire. _Mar._ Pray walk in with me, 'tis very late, and you shall stay all night: your bed shall be no worse than mine; I wish I could but do you right. _Wel._ My humble thanks: God grant I may but live to quit your love. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ Young Loveless _and_ Savil. _Young Lo._ Did your Master send for me _Savil_? _Sav._ Yes, he did send for your worship Sir. _Young Lo._ Do you know the business? _Sav._ Alas Sir, I know nothing, nor am imployed beyond my hours of eating. My dancing days are done Sir. _Young Lo._ What art thou now then? _Sav._ If you consider me in little, I am with your worships reverence Sir, a Rascal: one that upon the next anger of your Brother, must raise a sconce by the high way, and sell switches; my wife is learning now Sir, to weave inkle. _Young Lo._ What dost thou mean to do with thy Children _Savil_? _Sav._ My eldest boy is half a Rogue already, he was born bursten, and your worship knows, that is a pretty step to mens compassions. My youngest boy I purpose Sir to bind for ten years to a G[ao]ler, to draw under him, that he may shew us mercy in his function. _Young Lo._ Your family is quartered with discretion: you are resolved to Cant then: where _Savil_ shall your scene lie?