_Elder Lo._ I would have watcht you Sir, by your good patience, for ferreting in my ground. _Lady._ You have been with my Sister. _Wel._ Yes to bring. _Elder Lo._ An heir into the world he means. _Lady._ There is no chafing now. _Wel._ I have had my part on't: I have been chaft this three hours, that's the least, I am reasonable cool now. _Lady._ Cannot you fare well, but you must cry roast-meat? _Wel._ He that fares well, and will not bless the founders, is either surfeited, or ill taught, Lady, for mine own part, I have found so sweet a diet, I can commend it, though I cannot spare it. _Elder Lo._ How like you this dish, _Welford_, I made a supper on't, and fed so heartily, I could not sleep. _Lady._ By this light, had I but scented out your [train], ye had slept with a bare pillow in your arms and kist that, or else the bed-post, for any wife ye had got this twelve-month yet: I would have vext you more than a try'd post-horse; and been longer bearing, than ever after-game at _Irish_ was. Lord, that I were unmarried again. _Elder Lo._ Lady I would not undertake ye, were you again a _Haggard_, for the best cast of four Ladys i'th' Kingdom: you were ever tickle-footed, and would not truss round. _Wel._ Is she fast? _Elder Lo._ She was all night lockt here boy. _Wel._ Then you may lure her without fear of losing: take off her Cranes. You have a delicate Gentlewoman to your Sister: Lord what a prettie furie she was in, when she perceived I was a man: but I thank God I satisfied her scruple, without the Parson o'th' town. _Elder Lo._ What did ye? _Wel._ Madam, can you tell what we did? _Elder Lo._ She has a shrewd guess at it I see it by her. _Lady._ Well you may mock us: but my large Gentlewoman, my _Mary Ambre_, had I but seen into you, you should have had another bed-fellow, fitter a great deal for your itch. _Wel._ I thank you Lady, me thought it was well, You are so curious. _Enter_ Young Loveless, _his_ Lady, Morecraft, Savil, _and two Servingmen._ _El. Lo._ Get on your doublet, here comes my Brother. _Yo. Lo._ Good morrow Brother, and all good to your Lady. _Mor._ God save you and good morrow to you all. _El. Lo._ Good morrow. Here's a poor brother of yours. _Lady._ Fie how this shames me. _Mor._ Prethee good fellow help me to a cup of beer. _Ser._ I will Sir. _Yo. Lo._ Brother what makes you here? will this Lady do? Will she? is she not nettl'd still? _Elder Lo._ No I have cur'd her. Mr. _Welford_, pray know this Gentleman is my Brother. _Wel._ Sir I shall long to love him. _Yo. Lo._ I shall not be your debter Sir. But how is't with you? _Elder Lo._ As well as may be man: I am married: your new acquaintance hath her Sister, and all's well. _Yo. Lo._ I am glad on't. Now my prettie Lady Sister, How do you find my Brother? _Lady._ Almost as wild as you are. _Yo. Lo._ He will make the better husband: you have tried him? _Lady._ Against my will Sir.