_Ge._ Marry, fist[91] o' your kindness! I thought as much. Come away, Sin, we shall as soon get a fart from a dead man,[92] as a farthing of courtesy here. _Mi._ O, good sister! _Ge._ Sister, sir reverence! Come away, I say, hunger drops out at his nose. _Go._ O, madam, fair words never hurt the tongue. _Ge._ How say you by that? You come out with your gold-ends now! _Mist. T._ Stay, lady-daughter; good husband! 156 _To._ Wife, no man loves his fetters, be they made of gold. I list not ha' my head fastened under my child's girdle; as she has brewed, so let her drink, o' God's name. She went witless to wedding, now she may go wisely a-begging. It's but honeymoon yet with her ladyship; she has coach-horses, apparel, jewels, yet left; she needs care for no friends, nor take knowledge of father, mother, brother, sister, or anybody. When those are pawned or spent, perhaps we shall return into the list of her acquaintance. 166 _Ge._ I scorn it, i'faith. Come, Sin. _Mist. T._ O madam, why do you provoke your father thus? [_Exeunt_ GERTRUDE _and_ SINDEFY. _To._ Nay, nay; e'en let pride go afore, shame will follow after, I warrant you. Come, why dost thou weep now? Thou art not the first good cow hast had an ill calf, I trust. _Enter_ Constable. What's the news with that fellow? _Go._ Sir, the knight and your man Quicksilver are without; will you ha' 'hem brought in? _To._ O, by any means. [_Exit Constable._] And, son, here's a chair; appear terrible unto 'hem on the first interview. Let them behold the melancholy of a magistrate, and taste the fury of a citizen in office. 180 _Go._ Why, sir, I can do nothing to 'hem, except you charge 'hem with somewhat. _To._ I will charge 'hem and recharge 'hem, rather than authority should want foil to set it off. _Go._ No, good sir, I will not. _To._ Son, it is your place; by any means---- _Go._ Believe it, I will not, sir. _Enter_ Sir PETRONEL, QUICKSILVER, Constable, Officers. _Pe._ How misfortune pursues us still in our misery! _Qu._ Would it had been my fortune to have been trussed up at Wapping[93] rather than ever ha' come here! _Pe._ Or mine, to have famished in the island! 191 _Qu._ Must Golding sit upon us? _Co._ You might carry an M. under your girdle[94] to Master Deputy's worship. _Go._ What are those, Master Constable? _Co._ An't please your worship, a couple of masterless men I pressed for the Low Countries, sir. _Go._ Why do you not carry 'hem to Bridewell, according to your order, they may be shipped away? _Co._ An't please your worship, one of 'hem says he is a knight; and we thought good to show him to your worship, for our discharge. 202 _Go._ Which is he?