_Cris._ I cannot tell. I have no crump'd shoulders, my back needs no mantle, and yet marriage is honourable. Do you think ye shall prove a cuckold? _Tyse._ No, by the Lord, not I! 80 _Cris._ Why, I thank you, i'faith. Heigho! I slept on my back this morning, and dreamt the strangest dreams. Good Lord! How things will come to pass! Will you go to the banquet? _Tyse._ If you will be mine, you shall be your own:--my purse, my body, my heart, is yours,--only be silent in my house, modest at my table, and wanton in my bed;--and the Empress of Europe cannot content, and shall not be contented, better. 89 _Cris._ Can any kind heart speak more discreetly affectionately? My father's consent; and as for mine---- _Tyse._ Then thus, and thus, so Hymen should begin; Sometimes a falling out proves falling in. [_Exeunt._ [76] The word is used in the double sense of (1) babble, (2) bauble (which was frequently written _bable_). [77] _Euphues and his England_ is the title of the second part (first published in 1580) of John Lyly's famous and tedious romance. [78] One of the romances published in the series that bears the general title of _The Mirrour of Knighthood_. [79] The _Legend of Lies_ is, of course, a fictitious book. [80] Candle-ends floating in lighted brandy. [81] This nasty feat of gallantry is mentioned by Middleton, ii. 351. [82] It appears (from passages in Ben Jonson, Middleton, &c.) that gallants were accustomed to puncture their arms, and letting the blood drip into the wine, drink off the mixture to their mistress' health. SCENE II. _Near_ Sir HUBERT SUBBOYS' _house_. _Enter_ FREEVILL, _speaking to some within_; MALHEUREUX _at the other door_. _Free._ As you respect my virtue, give me leave To satisfy my reason, though not blood.-- So all runs right; our feignèd rage hath ta'en To fullest life: they are much possess'd Of force most, most all quarrel. Now, my right friend, Resolve me with open breast, free and true heart; Cannot thy virtue, having space to think And fortify her weakened powers with reason, Discourses, meditations, discipline, Divine ejaculatories, and all those aids against devils,-- Cannot all these curb thy low appetite 11 And sensual fury? _Mal._ There is no God in blood, no reason in desire. Shall I but live? Shall I not be forced to act Some deed whose very name is hideous? _Free._ No. _Mal._ Then I must enjoy Franceschina. _Free._ You shall. I'll lend this ring: show it to that fair devil: It will resolve me dead; Which rumour, with my artificial absence, Will make most firm: enjoy her suddenly. 20