_Fail_. Burr, make haste and dress you; Sir Timorous dines here to-day: you know him? _Burr_. Aye, aye, a good honest young fellow; but no conjurer; he and I are very kind. _Fail_. Egad, we two have a constant revenue out of him: He would now be admitted suitor to my Lady Constance Nonsuch, my Lord Nonsuch's daughter; our neighbour here in Fleetstreet. _Burr_. Is the match in any forwardness? _Fail_. He never saw her before yesterday, and will not be brought to speak to her this month yet. _Burr_. That's strange. _Fail_. Such a bashful knight did I never see; but we must move for him. _Bib_. They say, here's a great dinner to be made to-day here, at your cousin Trice's, on purpose for the interview. _Burr_. What, he keeps up his old humour still? _Fail_. Yes, certain; he admires eating and drinking well, as much as ever, and measures every man's wit by the goodness of his palate. _Burr_. Who dines here besides? _Fail_. Jack Loveby. _Bib_. O, my guest. _Burr_. He has ever had the repute of a brave clear-spirited fellow. _Fail_. He's one of your Dear Hearts, a debauchee. _Burr_. I love him the better for't: The best heraldry of a gentleman is a clap, derived to him from three generations. What fortune has he? _Fail_. Good fortune at all games; but no estate: He had one; but he has made a devil on't long ago. He's a bold fellow, I vow to gad: A person, that keeps company with his betters; and commonly has gold in's pockets. Come, Bibber, I see thou longest to be at thy morning's watering: I'll try what credit I have with the butler. _Bib_. Come away, my noble Festus and new customer. _Fail_. Now will he drink, till his face be no bigger than a three-pence. [_Exeunt_. SCENE II. _Enter LOVEBY and BOY; followed by FRANCES, BIBBER'S wife_. _Lov_. Nay, the devil take thee, sweet landlady, hold thy tongue: Was't not enough thou hast scolded me from my lodging, which, as long as I rent it, is my castle; but to follow me here to Mr Trice's, where I am invited; and to discredit me before strangers, for a lousy, paltry sum of money? _Fran_. I tell you truly, Mr Loveby, my husband and I cannot live by love, as they say; we must have wherewithal, as they say; and pay for what we take; or some shall smoke fort. _Lov_. Smoke! why a piece of hung beef in Holland is not more smoked, than thou hast smoked me already. Thou knowest I am now fasting; let me have but fair play; when I have lined my sides with a good dinner, I'll engage upon reputation to come home again, and thou shall scold at me all the afternoon. _Fran_. I'll take the law on you. _Lov_. The law allows none to scold in their own causes: What dost thou think the lawyers take our money for? _Fran_. I hope you intend to deal by my husband like a gentleman, as they say? _Lov_. Then I should beat him most unmercifully, and not pay him neither.