_Bib_. By this hand, I have alight upon the best wine in your cousin's cellar; drink but one glass to me, to shew I am welcome, and I am gone. _Fail_. Here then, honest Will; 'tis a cup of forbearance to thee. _Bib_. Thank you, sir, I'll pledge you--now here's to you again. _Fail_. Come away; what is't, Will? _Bib_. 'Tis what you christened it, a cup of forbearance, sir. _Fail_. Why, I drank that to thee, Will, that thou shouldst forbear thy money. _Bib_. And I drink this to you, sir; henceforward I'll forbear working for you. _Fail_. Then say I: _Take a little Bibber, And threw him in the river; And if he will trust never, Then there let him lie ever._ _Bib_. Then say I: _Take a little Failer, And throw him to the jailor; And there let him lie, Till he has paid his tailor._ _Burr_. You are very smart upon one another, gentlemen. _Fail_. This is nothing between us; I use to tell him of his title, _Fiery facias_; and his setting dog, that runs into ale-houses before him, and comes questing out again, if any of the woots, his customers, be within. _Bib_. I'faith 'tis true; and I use to tell him of his two capon's tails about his hat, that are laid spread-eaglewise to make a feather; I would go into the snow at any time, and in a quarter of an hour I would come in with a better feather upon my head; and so farewel, sir; I have had the better on you hitherto, and for this time I am resolved to keep it. [_Exit_ BIBBER. _Fail_. The rogue's too hard for me; but the best on't is, I have my revenge upon his purse. _Enter_ ISABELLA. _Isa_. Came not Sir Timorous this way, gentlemen? He left us in the garden, and said he would look out my Lord Nonsuch, to make his peace with him. _Fail_. Madam, I like not your enquiring after Sir Timorous: I suspect you have some design upon him: You would fain undermine your cousin, and marry him yourself. _Isa_. Suppose I should design it, what are you the worse for my good fortune? Shall I make a proposition to you? I know you two carry a great stroke with him: Make the match between us, and propound to yourselves what advantages you can reasonably hope: You shall chouse him of horses, cloaths, and money, and I'll wink at it. _Burr_. And if he will not be choused, shall we beat him out on't? _Isa_. For that, as you can agree. _Fail_. Give us a handsel of the bargain; let us enjoy you, and 'tis a match. _Isa_. Grammercy i'faith, boys; I love a good offer, howe'er the world goes; but you would not be so base to wrong him that way? _Fail_. I vow to gad but I would, madam: In a horse, or a woman, I may lawfully cheat my own father: Besides, I know the knight's complexion; he would be sure to follow other women; and all that. _Isa_. Nay, if he fought with the sword, he should give me leave to fight with the scabbard. _Burr_. What say you, madam? Is't a bargain?