Now surely, surely, I should love him, _Diego_, And love him heartily: nay, I should love my self, Or any thing that had but that good fortune, For to say truth, the Lawyer is a dog-bolt, An arrant worm: and though I call him worshipfull, I wish him a canoniz'd Cuckold, _Diego_, Now, if my youth do dub him-- _Die_. He is too demure, Sir. _Lop_. If he do sting her home. _Dieg_. There's no such matter, The woman was not born to so much blessedness, He has no heat: study consumes his oyl, Master. _Lop_. Let's leave it to the will of Fate, and presently Over a cup of lustie Sack, let's prophesie. I am like a man that dreamt he was an Emperour, Come _Diego_, hope, and whilst he lasts, we'll lay it on. [_Ex_. SCENA III. _Enter_ Jamy, Milanes, Arsenio. _Jam_. _Angelo, Milanes_, did you see this wonder? _Mil_. Yes, yes. _Jam_. And you _Arsenio_? _Ars_. Yes he's gone, Sir, Strangely disguis'd, he's set upon his voyage. Love guide his thoughts: he's a brave honest fellow. Sit close Don Lawyer, O that arrant knave now, How he will stink, will smoak again, will burst! He's the most arrant Beast. _Mil_. He may be more beast. _Jam_. Let him bear six, and six, that all may blaze him, The villany he has sowed into my Brother, And from his State, the Revenue he has reach'd at: Pay him, my good _Leandro_, take my prayers. _Ars_. And all our wishes plough with his fine white heifer. _Jam_. Mark him (my dear friend) for a famous Cuckold, Let it out-live his Books, his pains, and hear me, The more he seeks to smother it with Justice, _Enter a_ Servant. Let it blaze out the more: what news _Andrea_? _Andr_. News I am loth to tell ye: but I am charg'd, sir, Your Brother layes a strict command upon ye, No more to know his house, upon your danger, I am sorry, Sir. _Jam_. Faith never be: I am glad on't, He keeps the house of pride, and foolery: I mean to shun it: so return my Answer, 'Twill shortly spew him out; Come, let's be merry, And lay our heads together, carefully How we may help our friend; and let's lodge near him, Be still at hand: I would not for my patrimony, But he should crown his Lawyer, a learned Monster; Come, let's away, I am stark mad till I see him. [_Exeunt_. SCENA IV. _Enter_ Bartolus, _and_ Amaranta. _Amar_. Why will ye bring men in, and yet be jealous? Why will ye lodge a young man, a man able, And yet repine? _Bar_.