[LOVEBY _snatches up the hat, looks in it hastily, and sees nothing but the paper_. _Low_. Now, the devil take the devil! A plague! was ever man served so as I am! [_Throws his hat upon the ground_.] To break the bands of amity for one hundred pieces! Well, it shall be more out of thy way than thou imaginest, devil: I'll turn parson, and be at open defiance with thee: I'll lay the wickedness of all people upon thee, though thou art never so innocent; I'll convert thy bawds and whores; I'll Hector thy gamesters, that they shall not dare to swear, curse, or bubble; nay, I'll set thee out so, that thy very usurers and aldermen shall fear to have to do with thee. [_A noise within of_ ISABELLA _and_ FRANCES. _Enter_ FRANCES, _thrusting back_ ISABELLA _and_ TIMOROUS. _Franc_. How now, what's the matter? _Isa_. Nay, sweet mistress, be not so hard-hearted; all I desire of you is but harbour for a minute: you cannot, in humanity, deny that small succour to a gentlewoman. _Franc_. A gentlewoman! I thought so; my house, affords no harbour for gentlewomen: you are a company of proud harlotries: I'll teach you to take place of tradesmen's wives, with a wannion to you. _Lov_. How's this! Madam Isabella! _Isa_. Mr Loveby! how happy am I to meet with you in my distress! _Lov_. What's the matter, madam? _Isa_. I'll tell you, if this gentlewoman will give me leave. _Franc_. No, gentlewoman, I will not give you leave; they are such as we maintain your pride, as they say. [ISABELLA _and_ LOVEBY _whisper_.] Our husbands trust you, and you must go before their wives. I am sure my good-man never goes to any of your lodgings, but he comes home the worse for it, as they say. _Lov_. Is that all? pr'ythee, good landlady, for my sake entertain my friends. _Franc_. If the gentleman's worship had come alone, it may be I might have entertained him; but for your minion! _Enter_ NONSUCH, FAILER, BURR, _and Officers. Cry within, Here, here_. _Fail_. My lord, arrest Sir Timorous upon a promise of marriage to your daughter, and we'll witness it. _Tim_. Why, what a strange thing of you's this, madam Isabella, to bring a man into trouble thus! _Fail_. You are not yet married to her? _Tim_. Not that I remember. _Isa_. Well, Failer, I shall find a time to reward your diligence. _Lov_. If the knight would have owned his action, I should have taught some of you more manners, than to come with officers into my lodging. _Franc_. I'm glad with all my heart this minx is prevented of her design: the gentleman had got a great catch of her, as they say. His old father in the country would have given him but little thanks for it, to see him bring down a fine-bred woman, with a lute, and a dressing-box, and a handful of money to her portion. _Isa_. Good Mistress Whatdeelack! I know your quarrel to the ladies; do they take up the gallants from the tradesmen's wives? Lord, what a grievous thing it is, for a she citizen to be forced to have children by her own husband!