A Gentleman, a free man, One that made trial of this Ladies constancie, And found it strong as fate; leave off your fooling, For if you follow this course, you will be Chronicled. _Enter_ Jamy _and_ Assistant. For a devil, whilst a Saint she is mentioned, You know my name indeed; I am now no Lawyer. _Die_. Some comfort now, I hope, or else would I were hanged up. And yet the Judge, he makes me sweat. _Bar_. What news now? _Jam_. I will justifie upon my life and credit What you have heard, for truth, and will make proof of. _Assist_. I will be ready at the appointed hour there, And so I leave ye. _Bar_. Stay I beseech your worship, And do but hear me. _Jam_. Good Sir, intend this business, And let this bawling fool, no more words lawyer, And no more angers, for I guess your reasons, This Gentleman, I'le justifie in all places, And that fair Ladies worth; let who dare cross it. The Plot was cast by me, to make thee jealous, But not to wrong your wife, she is fair and vertuous. _Die_. Take us to mercy too, we beseech your honour, We shall be justified the way of all flesh else. _Jam_. No more talk, nor no more dissention lawyer, I know your anger, 'tis a vain and slight one, For if you doe, I'le lay your whole life open, A life that all the world shall--I'le bring witness, And rip before a Judge the ulcerous villanies, You know I know ye, and I can bring witness. _Bar_. Nay good Sir, noble Sir. _Jam_. Be at peace then presently, Immediatley take honest and fair truce With your good wife, and shake hands with that Gentleman; H'as honour'd ye too much, and doe it cheerfully. _Lop_. Take us along, for Heaven sake too. _Bar_. I am friends, There is no remedie, I must put up all, And like my neighbours rub it out by th' shoulders, And perfect friends; _Leandro_ now I thank ye, And there's my hand, I have no more grudge to ye, But I am too mean henceforward for your Companie. _Lea_. I shall not trouble ye. _Ars_. We will be friends too. _Mil_. Nay Lawyer, you shall not fright us farther, For all your devils we will bolt. _Bar_. I grant ye, The Gentleman's your Bail, and thank his coming, Did not he know me too well, you should smart for't; Goe all in peace, but when ye fool next, Gentlemen, Come not to me to Breakfast. _Die_. I'le be bak'd first. _Bar_. And pray ye remember, when ye are bold and merry, The Lawyers Banquet, and the Sawce he gave ye. _Jam_. Come: goe along; I have employment for ye, Employment for your lewd brains too, to cool ye, For all, for every one. _All_. We are all your Servants. _Die_.