_Coc._ Humpum, plumpum squat, I am gone. 20 [_Exit_ COCLEDEMOY. _Mar._ There is one Master Malheureux at the door desires to see you. He says he must not be denied, for he hath sent this ring; and withal says 'tis done. _Fra._ Vat sall me do now, God's sacrament! Tell him two hours hence he sall be most affectionately velcome; tell him (vat sall me do?), tel him ick am bin in my bate, and ick sall perfume my feets, mak a mine body so delicate for his arm, two hours hence. _Mar._ I shall satisfy him: two hours hence, well. 29 [_Exit_ MARY. _Fra._ Now ick sall revange; hay, begar, me sal tartar de whole generation! Mine brain vork it. Freevill is dead, Malheureux sall hang; and mine rival, Beatrice, ick sall make run mad. _Enter_ MARY FAUGH. _Mar._ He's gone, forsooth, to eat a caudle of cock-stones, and will return within this two hours. _Fra._ Verie vel, give monies to some fellow to squire me; ick sal go abroad. _Mar._ There's a lusty bravo beneath, a stranger, but a good stale[86] rascal. He swears valiantly, kicks a bawd right virtuously, and protests with an empty pocket right desperately. He'll squire you. 41 _Fra._ Very velcom; mine fan; ick sall retorn presantly. Now sal me be revange; ten tousant devla! der sall be no got in me but passion, no tought but rage, no mercy but bloud, no spirit but divla in me. Dere sal noting tought good for me, but dat is mischievous for others. [_Exit._ [85] Ed. 2. "fiest."--See note, p. 42. [Transcriber's Note: Footnote [46]] [86] Quy. "tall"? SCENE IV. _Room in_ Sir HUBERT SUBBOYS' _house_. _Enter_ Sir HUBERT, Sir LIONEL, BEATRICE, CRISPINELLA, _and_ Nurse, TYSEFEW _following_. _Sir Lio._ Did no one see him since?--pray God!--nay, all is well. A little heat; what? he is but withdrawn; And yet I would to God!--but fear you nothing. _Bea._ Pray God that all be well, or would I were not! _Tyse._ He's not to be found, sir, anywhere. _Sir Lio._ You must not make a heavy face presage an ill event. I like your sister well, she's quick and lively: would she would marry, faith. _Cri._ Marry, nay and I would marry, methinks an old man's a quiet thing. 10 _Sir Lio._ Ha, mass! and so he is. _Cri._ You are a widower? _Sir Lio._ That I am, i'faith, fair Crisp; and I can tell you, would you affect me, I have it in me yet, i'faith. _Cri._ Troth I am in love; let me see your hand: would you cast yourself away upon me willingly? _Sir Lio._ Will I? Ay, by the----