Luce. And I have a project in my brain begot, To make his own mouth witness to the world My innocence, and his incontinence. Leave it to me, I’ll clear myself from blame, Though I the wrong, yet he shall reap the shame. [_Exeunt_. SCENE III.--_Outside the_ Wise-woman’s _House_. _Enter_ Sencer _like a_ Serving-man. Sencer. Now or never, look about thee, Sencer: to-morrow is the marriage day, which to prevent lies not within the compass of my apprehension; therefore I have thus disguised myself, to go to the looming woman’s, the fortune-teller’s, the anything, the nothing. This over-against Mother Redcap’s is her house; I’ll knock. _Enter 2nd_ Luce _in_ Boy’s _clothes_. 2nd Luce. Who’s there? What would you have? Sencer. I would speak with the wise gentlewoman of the house. 2nd Luce. Oh, belike you have lost somewhat. Sencer. You are in the wrong, sweet youth. 2nd Luce. I am somewhat thick of hearing; pray speak out. Sencer. I say I have not lost anything, but wit and time, and neither of those she can help me to. 2nd Luce. Then you belike are crossed in love, and come to know what success you shall have. Sencer. Thou hast hit it, sweet lad; thou hast hit it. 2nd Luce. What is it you say, sir? Sencer. Thou hast hit it. 2nd Luce. I pray come in; I’ll bring you to my mistress. [_Exeunt_. _Enter_ Luce _and_ Joseph. Luce. This is the house; knock, Joseph; my business craves dispatch. Joseph. Now am I as angry as thou art timorous; and now to vent on the next thing I meet--Oh, ’tis the door. [_Knocks_. _Re-enter 2nd_ Luce. 2nd Luce. Who’s there? What are you? Luce. A maid and a wife. 2nd Luce. And that would grieve any wench to be so; I know that by myself, not Luce. Luce. Boy, where’s your mistress? 2nd Luce. In some private talk with a gentleman. I’ll fetch her to you presently. [_Exit_. Luce. If she and you see me not, I am but dead; I shall be made a by-word to the world, The scorn of women, and my father’s shame. _Enter the_ Wise-woman _and_ Sencer, _followed by 2nd_ Luce. Wise-woman. You tell me your name is Sence; I knew it before: and that Chartley is to be married, I could have told it you. 2nd Luce. Married to-morrow,--O me! Sencer. Ay, but you tell me that Chartley before to-morrow shall be disappointed of his wife; make that good, thou shalt have twenty angels. Wise-woman. I’ll do’t: stand aside; I’ll have but a word or two with this gentlewoman, and I am for you presently. Luce. O mother, mother! [_They whisper_. 2nd Luce. My husband marry another wife to-morrow! O changeable destiny! no sooner married to him, but instantly to lose him! Nor doth it grieve me so much that I am a wife, but that I am a maid too; to carry one of them well is as much as any is bound to do, but to be tied to both is more than flesh and blood can endure.