_Sec._ For my sins, for my sins, sir, whereof marriage is the greatest. O, had I never married, I had never known this purgatory, to which hell is a kind of cool bath in respect; my wife's confederacy, sir, with old Touchstone, that she might keep her jubilee and the feast of her new moon. Do you understand me, sir? 30 _Enter_ QUICKSILVER. _Qu._ Good sir, go in and talk with him. The light does him harm, and his example will be hurtful to the weak prisoners. Fie! father Security, that you'll be still so profane! Will nothing humble you? [_Exeunt_ SECURITY, BRAMBLE, _and_ HOLDFAST.[114] _Enter two_ Prisoners, _with a_ Friend. _Fr._ What's he? _1st Pr._ O, he is a rare young man! Do you not know him? _Fr._ Not I. I never saw him, I can remember. _2nd Pr._ Why, it is he that was the gallant prentice of London--Master Touchstone's man. 40 _Fr._ Who?--Quicksilver? _1st Pr._ Ay, this is he. _Fr._ Is this he? They say he has been a gallant indeed. _1st Pr._ O, the royallest fellow that ever was bred up i' the city! He would play you his thousand pound a-night at dice; keep knights' and lords' company; go with them to bawdy-houses; had his six men in a livery; kept a stable of hunting-horses, and his wench in her velvet gown and her cloth of silver. Here's one knight with him here in prison. 51 _Fr._ And how miserably he is changed! _1st Pr._ O, that's voluntary in him: he gave away all his rich clothes as soon as ever he came in here among the prisoners; and will eat o' the basket,[115] for humility. _Fr._ Why will he do so? _1st Pr._ Alas, he has no hope of life! He mortifies himself. He does but linger on till the sessions. _2nd Pr._ O, he has penned the best thing, that he calls his Repentance or his _Last Farewell_, that ever you heard. He is a pretty poet; and for prose--you would wonder how many prisoners he has helped out, with penning petitions for 'hem, and not take a penny. Look! this is the knight in the rug gown. Stand by. 64 _Enter_[116] Sir PETRONEL _and_ BRAMBLE. _Br._ Sir, for Security's case, I have told him. Say he should be condemned to be carted or whipt for a bawd, or so, why, I'll lay an execution on him o' two hundred pound; let him acknowledge a judgment, he shall do it in half an hour; they shall not at all fetch him out without paying the execution, o' my word. 70 _Pe._ But can we not be bailed, Master Bramble?