_Franc_. Come, come, you're a slanderful huswife, and I squorn your harlotry tricks, that I do, so I do. _Isa_. Steeple-hat your husband never gets a good look when he comes home, except he brings a gentleman to dinner; who, if he casts an amorous eye towards you, then, "Trust him, good husband, sweet husband, trust him for my sake: Verily the gentleman's an honest man, I read it in his countenance: and if you should not be at home to receive the money, I know he will pay the debt to me." Is't not so, mistress? _Enter_ BIBBER _in slippers, with a skein of silk about his neck_. _Franc_. Will you see me wronged thus, under my own roof, as they say, William? _Isa_. Nay, 'tis very true, mistress: you let the men, with old compliments, take up new clothes; I do not mean your wife's clothes, Mr Merchant-Tailor. _Bib_. Good, i'faith! a notable smart gentlewoman! _Isa_. Look to your wife, sir, or, in time, she may undo your trade; for she'll get all your men-customers to herself. _Bib_. An' I should be hanged, I can forbear no longer. [_He plucks out his measure, and runs to_ ISABELLA, _to take measure of her_. _Isa_. How now! what means Prince Pericles by this? _Bib_. [_On his knees_.] I must beg your ladyship e'en to have the honour to trust you but for your gown, for the sake of that last jest, flowered sattin, wrought tabby, silver upon any grounds; I shall run mad if I may not trust your ladyship. _Franc_. I think you are mad already, as they say, William: You shall not trust her-- [_Plucks him back_. _Bib_. Let me alone, Frances: I am a lion when I am angered. _Isa_. Pray do not pull your lion by the tail so, mistress--In these clothes, that he now takes measure of me for, will I marry Sir Timorous; mark that, and tremble, Failer. _Fail_. Never threaten me, madam; you're a person I despise. _Isa_. I vow to gad, I'll be even with you, sir. [_Exit_. _Non_. [_To the Bailiff's_.]--And when you have arrested him, be sure you search him for my gold. _Bailiffs_. [_To_ LOVEBY.] We arrest you, sir, at my Lord Nonsuch's suit. _Lov_. Me, you rascals! _Non_. Search him for my gold; you know the marks on't. _Lov_. If they can find any marked or unmarked gold about me, they'll find more than I can. You expect I should resist now; no, no; I'll hamper you for this. _Bail_. There's nothing to be found about him. _Fail_. 'Tis no matter, to prison with him; there all his debts will come upon him. _Lov_. What, hurried to durance, like a stinkard! _Job_. Now, as I live, a pleasant gentleman; I could find in my heart to bail him; but I'll overcome myself, and steal away. [_Is going_. _Bail_. Come, sir, we must provide you of another lodging; but I believe you'll scarce like it. _Lov_. If I do not, I ask no favour; pray turn me out of doors. _Bib_. Turn him out of doors! What a jest was there? Now, an' I should be hanged, I cannot forbear bailing him: Stay, officers, I bail him body and soul for that jest.