Move my Queen this way? Sure, he's some worthy man: then if he hedge me, Or here to open him. _Lean_. Do but behold me, If there be pity in you, do but view me, But view the misery I have undertaken For you, the povertie. _Am_. He will come presently. Now play your best Sir, though I lose this Rook here, Yet I get libertie. _Lean_. I'le seise your fair hand, And warm it with a hundred, hundred kisses. The God of love warm your desires but equal, That shall play my game now. _Am_. What do you mean Sir? Why do you stop me? _Lean_. That ye may intend me. The time has blest us both: love bids us use it. I am a Gentleman nobly descended, Young to invite your love, rich to maintain it. I bring a whole heart to ye, thus I give it, And to those burning altars thus I offer, And thus, divine lips, where perpetual Spring grows-- _Am_. Take that, ye are too saucy. _Lean_. How, proud Lady? Strike my deserts? _Am_. I was to blame. _Enter_ Bartolus. _Bar_. What wife, there? Heaven keep my house from thieves. _Lean_. I am wretched: Opened, discovered, lost to my wishes. I shall be whooted at. _Bar_. What noise was this, wife? Why dost thou smile? _Lean_. This proud thing will betray me. _Bar_. Why these lie here? what angry, dear? _Am_. No, Sir, Only a chance, your pupil said he plaid well, And so indeed he do's: he undertook for ye, Because I would not sit so long time idle, I made my liberty, avoided your mate, And he again as cunningly endangered me, Indeed he put me strangely to it. When presently Hearing you come, & having broke his ambush too, Having the second time brought off my Queen fair, I rose o'th' sudden smilingly to shew ye, My apron caught the Chesse-board, and the men, And there the noise was. _Bar_. Thou art grown a Master, For all this I shall beat ye. _Lean_. Or I, Lawyer, For now I love her more, 'twas a neat answer, And by it hangs a mighty hope, I thank her, She gave my pate a sound knock that it rings yet, But you shall have a sounder if I live lawyer, My heart akes yet, I would not be in that fear-- _Bar_. I am glad ye are a gamester, Sir, sometimes For recreation we two shall fight hard at it. _Am_. He will prove too hard for me. _Lean_. I hope he shall do, But your Chess-board is too hard for my head, line that, good Lady. _Bar_. I have been attoning two most wrangling neighbours, They had no mony, therefore I made even. Come, let's go in and eat, truly I am hungry. _Lean_. I have eaten already, I must intreat your pardon. _Bar_.