_Mal._ But if report go strong that you are slain, And that by me,--whereon I may be seized,-- Where shall I find your being? _Free._ At Master Shatewe's the jeweller's, to whose breast I'll trust our secret purpose. _Mal._ Ay, rest yourself; Each man hath follies. _Free._ But those worst of all, Who, with a willing eye, do seeing fall. _Mal._ 'Tis true, but truth seems folly in madness' spectacles. I am not now myself, no man: farewell. _Free._ Farewell. 30 _Mal._ When woman's in the heart, in the soul hell. [_Exit_ MALHEUREUX. _Free._ Now, repentance, the fool's whip, seize thee; Nay, if there be no means I'll be thy friend, But not thy vices'; and with greatest sense I'll force thee feel thy errors to the worst; The wildest of dangers thou shalt sink into. No jeweller shall see me; I will lurk Where none shall know or think; close I'll withdraw, And leave thee with two friends--a whore and knave; But is this virtue in me? No, not pure, 40 Nothing extremely best with us endures; No use in simple purities; the elements Are mix'd for use; silver without allay[83] Is all too eager[84] to be wrought for use: Nor precise virtues, ever purely good, Holds useful size with temper of weak blood. Then let my course be borne, though with side-wind; The end being good, the means are well assign'd. [_Exit._ [83] Old form of _alloy_. [84] Brittle (Fr. _aigre_).--"_Aigre_, eagre, sharpe, tart, biting, sower also _brittle, or easily broken with a hammer_."--_Cotgrave._ SCENE III. _Franceschina's lodging._ _Enter_ FRANCESCHINA _melancholy_, COCLEDEMOY _leading her_. _Coc._ Come, catafugo, Frank o' Frank-hall! who, who ho! Excellent! Ha, here's a plump-rump'd wench, with a breast softer than a courtier's tongue, an old lady's gums, or an old man's _mentula_. My fine rogue---- _Fra._ Pah, you poltroon! _Coc._ Goody fist,[85] flumpum pumpum; ah, my fine wag-tail, thou art as false, as prostituted, and adulterate as some translated manuscript. Buss, fair whore, buss! _Fra._ God's sacrament, pox! 10 _Coc._ _Hadamoy key_, dost thou frown, _medianthon teukey_? Nay, look here._ Numeron key_, silver _blithefor cany, os cany_ goblet: _us key ne moy blegefoy oteeston pox_, on you gosling! _Fra._ By me fait, dis bin very fine langage; ick sall bush ye now; ha, be garzon, vare had you dat plate? _Coc._ _Hedemoy key_, get you gone, punk rampant, _key_, common up-tail! _Enter_ MARY FAUGH _in haste_. _Mar._ O daughter, cousin, niece, servant, mistress!