_Cri._ A pretty mildewed wench she is. _Tyse._ And fair---- _Cri._ As myself! 130 _Tyse._ O you forget your beauty now. _Cri._ Troth, I never remember my beauty, but as some men do religion,--for controversy's sake. _Bea._ A motion,[57] sister. _Cri._ Nineveh,[58] Julius Cæsar, Jonas, or the destruction of Jerusalem. _Bea._ My love, hear. _Cri._ Prithee call him not love, 'tis the drab's phrase: nor sweet honey, nor my coney, nor dear duckling, they[59] are citizen terms, but call him---- 140 _Bea._ What? _Cri._ Anything.--What's the motion? _Bea._ You know this night our parents have intended solemnly to contract us, and my love, to grace the feast, hath promised a masque. _Free._ You'll make one, Tysefew, and Caqueteur shall fill up a room. _Tyse._ 'Fore heaven, well-remember'd; he borrowed a diamond of me last night to grace his finger in your visitation. The lying creature will swear some strange thing on it now. 151 _Enter_ CAQUETEUR. _Cri._ Peace, he's here; stand close, lurk. _Caq._ Good morrow, most dear, and worthy to be most wise. How does my mistress? _Cri._ Morrow, sweet servant; you glister,--prithee, let's see that stone. _Caq._ A toy, lady, I bought to please my finger. _Cri._ Why, I am more precious to you than your finger. _Caq._ Yes, or than all my body, I swear. 160 _Cri._ Why, then let it be bought to please me; come, I am no professed beggar. _Caq._ Troth, mistress! Zoons! Forsooth, I protest! _Cri._ Nay, if you turn Protestant for such a toy. _Caq._ In good deed, la; another time I'll give you a---- _Cri._ Is this yours to give? _Caq._ O God! forsooth mine, quoth you; nay, as for that---- 170 _Cri._ Now I remember, I ha' seen this on my servant Tysefew's finger. _Caq._ Such another. _Cri._ Nay, I am sure this is it. _Caq._ Troth, 'tis forsooth. The poor fellow wanted money to pay for supper last night, and so pawn'd it to me; 'tis a pawn, i'faith, or else you should have it. _Tyse._ Hark ye, thou base lying--How dares thy impudence hope to prosper? Were't not for the privilege of this respected company, I would so bang thee. 180 _Cri._ Come hither, servant. What's the matter betwixt you two? _Caq._ Nothing; but hark you, he did me some uncivil discourtesies last night; for which, because I should not call him to account, he desires to make me any satisfaction. The coward trembles at my very presence; but I ha' him on the hip; I'll take the forfeit on his ring. _Tyse._ What's that you whisper to her? 189