_Fra._ Ick sall make de most of you dat courtesy may. Aunt Mary, Mettre Faugh, stools, stools, for des gallants! _Mine mettre sing non oder song_,[42]--frolic, frolic, sir!-- 61 _but still complain me do her wrong_. Lighten your heart, sir; for _me did but kiss her_,--for me did but kiss her--and _so let go_. Your friend is very heavy; ick sall ne'er like such sad company. _Free._ No, thou delightest only in light company. _Fra._ By mine trot, he been very sad; vat ail you, sir? _Mal._ A tooth-ache, lady, a paltry rheum. _Fra._ De diet is very goot for de rheum. _Free._ How far off dwells the house-surgeon, Mary Faugh? 71 _Mar._ You are a profane fellow, i'faith; I little thought to hear such ungodly terms come from your lips. _Fra._ Pre de now, 'tis but a toy, a very trifle. _Free._ I care not for the value, Frank, but i'faith---- _Fra._ I'fait, me must needs have it (dis is Beatrice' ring, oh could I get it!); seet, pre de now, as ever you have embraced me with a hearty arm, a warm thought, or a pleasing touch, as ever you will profess to love me, as ever you do wish me life, give me dis ring, dis little ring. 81 _Free._ Prithee be not uncivilly importunate; sha' not ha't; faith, I care not for thee, nor thy jealousy; sha' not ha't, i'faith. _Fra._ You do not love me. I hear of Sir Hubert Subboys' daughter, Mistress Beatrice. God's sacrament, ick could scratch out her eyes, and suck the holes! _Free._ Go; y' are grown a punk rampant! _Fran._ So, get thee gone; ne'er more behold min eyes, by thee made wretched! 90 _Free._ Mary Faugh, farewell!--farewell, Frank! _Fra._ Sall I not ha' de ring? _Free._ No, by the Lord! _Fra._ By te Lord? _Free._ By the Lord! _Fra._ Go to your new blouze,--your unproved sluttery,--your modest mettre, forsooth! _Free._ Marry, will I, forsooth! _Fra._ Will you marry, forsooth? _Free._ Do not turn witch before thy time.-- 100 With all my heart, sir, you will stay. _Mal._ I am no whit myself. _Video meliora proboque_, But raging lust my fate all strong doth move; The gods themselves cannot be wise and love. _Free._ Your wishes to you! [_Exit_ FREEVILL. _Mal._ Beauty entirely choice-- _Fra._ Pray ye prove a man of fashion, and neglect the neglected. _Mal._ Can such a rarity be neglected?--can there be measure or sin in loving such a creature? _Fra._ O min poor forsaken heart! 110