He shall not trouble thee, sweet, A modest poor slight thing, did I not tell thee He was only given to the Book, and for that How Royally he paies? finds his own meat too. _Amar_. I will not have him here: I know your courses, And what fits you will fall into of madness. _Bar_. 'Faith, I will not, Wife. _Amar_. I will not try ye. _Bar_. He comes not near thee: shall not dare to tread Within thy Lodgings: in an old out-Room Where Logs, and Coles were laid. _Amar_. Now ye lay fire; fire to consume your quiet. _Bar_. Didst thou know him, Thou wouldst think as I do: he disquiet thee? Thou mayst wear him next thy heart, and yet not warm him. His mind (poor man) 's o'th' Law, how to live after, And not on lewdness: on my Conscience He knows not how to look upon a Woman More than by reading what Sex she is. _Amar_. I do not like it, Sir. _Bar_. Do'st thou not see (Fool) What presents he sends hourly in his gratefulness? What delicate meats? _Amar_. You had best trust him at your Table, Do, and repent it, do. _Bar_. If thou be'st willing, By my troth, I think he might come, he's so modest, He never speaks: there's part of that he gave me, He'll eat but half a dozen bits, and rise immediately, Even as he eats, he studies: he'll not disquiet thee, Do as thou pleasest, Wife. _Amar_. What means this Wood-cock? [_Knock within_. _Bar_. Retire, Sweet, there's one knocks: come in, your business. _Enter_ Servant. _Ser_. My Lord, _Don Henrique_, would entreat ye, Sir, To come immediately, and speak with him, He has business of some moment. _Bar_. I'le attend him, I must be gone: I pre'thee think the best, Wife, At my return, I'le tell thee more, good morrow; Sir, keep ye close, and study hard: an hour hence I'le read a new Case to ye.-- [_Exit_. [Leandro _within_.] _Lean_. I'le be ready. _Amar_. So many hundred Duckets, to ly scurvily? And learn the pelting Law? this sounds but slenderly, But very poorly: I would see this fellow, Very fain see him, how he looks: I will find To what end, and what study: there's the place: I'le go o'th' other side, and take my Fortune. I think there is a window. [_Exit_. _Enter_ Leandro. _Lean_. He's gone out Now, if I could but see her: she is not this way: How nastily he keeps his house! my Chamber, If I continue long, will choak me up, It is so damp: I shall be mortified For any woma[n], if I stay a month here: I'le in, and strike my Lute, that sound may call her.