_Const_. Pr'ythee do not mind me of 'em; for though I want 'em not, yet I find all women are caught with gaieties: One grain more would turn the balance on his side; I am so vexed at the wild courses of this Loveby. _Isa_. Vexed? why vexed? the worst you can say of him is, he loves women: And such make the kindest husbands, I'm told. If you had a sum of money to put out, you would not look so much whether the man were an honest man, (for the law would make him that) as if he were a good sufficient pay-master. _Enter_ SETSTONE. _Const_. As I live, thou art a mad girl. _Set_. She must be used as mad folks are then; had into the dark and cured. _Const_. But all this is no comfort to the word, to-morrow. _Isa_. Well, what say you, if I put you to-night into the arms of Loveby? _Const_. My condition's desperate, and past thy physic. _Isa_. When physic's past, what remains but to send for the divine? here's little Nicodemus, your father's chaplain: I have spoke with him already; for a brace of angels he shall make all sure betwixt you without a license; aye, and prove ten at night a more canonical hour than ten i'the morning. _Const_. I see not which way thou can'st perform it; but if thou do'st, I have many admirations in store for thee. [_Whispers_. _Isa_. Step in, and get a cushion underneath your apron. _Const_. O, I must be with child, it seems! _Isa_. And Loveby shall bring you to bed to-night, if the devil be not in the dice: away, make haste;--[_Exit_ CONSTANCE.] Setstone, be not you far off: I shall have need of you too: I hear my uncle coming--Methinks I long to be revenged of this wicked elder, for hindering of my marriage to-day: Hark you, Setstone-- [_Whispers;_ _Set_. Tis impossible, madam; 'twill never take. _Isa_. I warrant you; do not I know him? he has not brains enough, if they were buttered, to feed a blackbird--Nay, no replies--out of what I have said, you may instruct my cousin too. [_Exit_ SETSTONE. _Enter_ NONSUCH. _Isa_. Oh, are you there, sir? Faith, it was kindly done of you to hinder me of a good husband this afternoon: And but for one thing, I would resolve to leave your house. _Non_. I'm glad there's any thing will stay thee. _Isa_. If I stay, 'tis for love of my cousin Constance, not of you: I should be loth to leave her in this sad condition. _Non_. What condition? _Isa_. Nay, I know not; she has not worn her busk this fortnight. I think she's grown fat o'the sudden. _Non_. O devil, devil! what a fright I'm in! _Isa_. She has qualms too every morning: ravens mightily for green fruit; and swoons at the sight of hot meat. _Non_. She's with child: I am undone! I am undone! _Isa_. I understand nothing of such matters: She's but in the next room; best call her, and examine her about it. _Non_. Why Constance, Constance! _Enter_ CONSTANCE, _as with child_. _Isa_. Now for a broad-side; turn your prow to him, cousin. [_To her_. _Non_. Now, gentlewoman! is this possible?