_Fail_. What will become of me to-night! I am just in the condition of an out-lying deer, that's beaten from his walk for offering to rut. Enter I dare not, for Burr. _Lov_. I hear a voice, but nothing do I see. Speak, what thou art? _Fail_. There he is, watching for me. I must venture to run by him; and, when I am in, I hope my cousin Trice will defend me. The devil would not lie abroad in such a night. _Lov_. I thought it was the devil, before he named himself. [FAILER _goes to run off, and falls into_ LOVEBY'S _arms_. _Lov_. Honest Satan, well encountered! I am sorry, with all my heart, it is so dark. 'Faith, I should be very glad to see thee at my lodging; pr'ythee, let's not be such strangers to one another for the time to come. And what hast thou got under thy cloak there, little Satan? I warrant thou hast brought me some more money. _Fail_. Help, help; thieves! thieves! [LOVEBY _lets him go_. _Lov_. This is Failer's voice: How the devil was I mistaken! I must get off, ere company comes in. [_Exit_ Loveby. _Fail_. Thieves! thieves! _Enter_ Trice, Burr, _and_ Timorous, _undressed_. _All_. Where! where! _Fail_. One was here just now; and it should be Loveby by his voice, but I have no witness. _Trice_. It cannot be; he wants no money. _Burr_. Come, sirrah; I'll take pity on you to-night: You shall lie in the truckle-bed. _Trice_. Pox o' this noise! it has disturbed me from such a dream of eating!--[Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I. _Enter_ Constance _and_ Isabella. _Const_. Twas ill luck to have the meeting broke last night, just as Setstone was coming towards him. _Isa_. But, in part of recompence, you'll have the pleasure of putting him on farther straits. O, these little mischiefs are meat and drink to me. _Const_. He shall tell me from whence he has his money: I am resolved now to try him to the utmost. _Isa_. I would devise something for him to do, which he could not possibly perform. _Const_. As I live, yonder he comes, with the jewel in his hand he promised me. Pr'ythee, leave me alone with him. _Isa_. Speed the plough! If I can make no sport, I'll hinder none. I'll to my knight, Sir Timorous; shortly you shall hear news from Dametas[A]. [Footnote A: A foolish character in Sir Philip Sidney's Arcadia, who seems to have become proverbial.] [_Exit_ ISABELLA. _Enter_ LOVEBY. _Lov_. Look you, madam, here's the jewel; do me the favour to accept it, and suppose a very good compliment delivered with it. _Const_. Believe me, a very fair jewel. But why will you be at this needless charge? What acknowledgment do you expect? You know I will not marry you. _Lov_. How the devil do I know that? I do not conceive myself, under correction, so inconsiderable a person. _Const_. You'll alter your partial opinion, when I tell you, 'tis not a flash of wit fires me, nor is it a gay out-side can seduce me to matrimony. _Lov_. I am neither fool, nor deformed, so much as to be despicable. What do I want?