_Lov_. Well, march on; if thou art my genius, thou art bound to be answerable for me; I'll have thee hanged, if I miscarry. _Set_. Fear not, my son. _Lov_. Fear not, quotha! then, pr'ythee, put on a more familiar shape:--one of us two stinks extremely: Pr'ythee, do not come so near me; I do not love to have my face bleached like a tiffany with thy brimstone. _Set_. Fear not, but follow me. _Lov_. 'Faith, I have no great mind to't; I am somewhat godly at present; but stay a month longer, and I'll be proud, and fitter for thee. In the mean time, pr'ythee, stay thy stomach with some Dutchman; an Hollander, with butter, will fry rarely in hell. _Set_. Mortal, 'tis now too late for a retreat; go on, and live; step back, and thou art mine. _Lorn_. So I am, however, first or last; but for once I'll trust thee. [_Exeunt_. SCENE II. _The scene opens, and discovers CONSTANCE, and a Parson by her; she habited like Fortune. Enter again_. _Set_. Take here the mighty queen of good and ill, Fortune; first marry, then enjoy thy fill Of lawful pleasures; but depart ere morn; Slip from her bed, or else thou shalt be torn Piecemeal by fiends; thy blood caroused in bowls, And thy four quarters blown to the top of Paul's. _Lov_. By your favour, I'll never venture. Is marrying the business? I'll none, I thank you. [_Here CONSTANCE whispers SETSTONE_. _Set_. Fortune will turn her back if twice denied. _Lav_. Why, she may turn her girdle too on t'other side[A]. This is the devil; I will not venture on her. [Footnote A: A usual expression of indifference for a man's displeasure.] _Set_. Fear not; she swears thou shalt receive no harm. _Lov_. Ay, if a man durst trust her; but the devil is got into such an ill name of lying-- _Set_. Whene'er you are not pleased, it shall be lawful to sue out your divorce. _Lov_. Ay, but where shall I get a lawyer? there you are aforehand with me; you have retained most of them already. For the favours I have received, I am very much her servant; but, in the way of matrimony, Mr Parson there can tell you 'tis an ordinance, and must not be entered into without mature deliberation; besides, marriages, you know, are made in heaven; and that I am sure this was not. _Set_. She bids you then, at least, restore that gold, which she, too lavishly, poured out on you, unthankful man. _Lov_. Faith, I have it not at present; 'tis all gone, as I am a sinner; but, 'tis gone wickedly; all spent in the devil her father's service. _Set_. Where is the grateful sense of all your favours? Come, fiends, with flesh-hooks, tear the wretch in pieces, And bear his soul upon your leather wings, Below the fountain of the dark abyss. _Lov_. What, are you a-conjuring? If you are good at that sport, I can conjure as well as you--[_Draws his sword_. _Const_. Hold; for Heaven's sake, hold! I am no spirit; touch but my hand; ghosts have no flesh and blood. [_Discovering_.