Wise-woman. Well, trust to me, and I will set all things straight. _Enter_ Boyster. Boyster. Where’s this witch, this hag, this beldam, this wizard? And have I found thee!--thus then will I tear, mumble, and maul thee! Wise-woman. Help, help!--an if you be a gentleman! Sencer. Forbear this rudeness; he that touches her, Draws against me. Boyster. Against you, sir! apply thou;[4.50] that shall be tried. All. Help, help! part them, help! Sencer. With patience hear her speak. Boyster. Now, trot, now, grannam, what canst thou say for thyself?--What, Luce here! Be patient, and put up thou; she must not see the end. Sencer. Then truce of all sides; if we come for counsel, Let us with patience hear it. Luce. Then first to me. Wise-woman. You would prevent young Chartley’s marriage? you shall: hark in your ear. [_Whispers_. Luce. It pleaseth me. Wise-woman. You forestall Gratiana’s wedding? ’tis but thus. [_Whispers_. Sencer. I’ll do’t. Wise-woman. You would enjoy Luce as your wife, and lie with her to-morrow night? Hark in your ear. [_Whispers_. Boyster. _Fiat_! Wise-woman. Away! you shall enjoy him, you are married, Luce, away! you shall see Chartley discarded from Gratiana. Sencer, begone! And if I fail in any of these or the rest, I lay myself open to all your displeasures. Boyster. Farewell till soon! Wise-woman. You know your meeting-place. All. We do. Wise-woman. You shall report me wise and cunning too. [_Exeunt all except_ 2nd Luce. 2nd Luce. I’ll add one night more to the time I have said; I have not many, I hope, to live a maid. [_Exit_. SCENE IV.--_A Room in_ Sir Harry’s _House_. _Enter_ Sir Boniface, _and_ Taber _carrying a trencher of broken meat and a napkin_. Taber. Fie, fie, what a time of trouble is this! To-morrow is my mistress to be married, and we serving-men are so puzzled. Sir Boniface. The dinner’s half done, and before I say grace, And bid the old knight and his guest proface.[4.51] A medicine from your trencher, good Master Taber, As good a man as e’er was Sir Saber: Well, think it no shame: men of learning and wit Say study gets a stomach; friend Taber, a bit. Taber. Lick clean, good Sir Boniface, and save the scraper a labour. _Enter_ Sencer _like a_ Serving-man. Sir Boniface. But soft, let me ponder: Know you him that comes yonder? Taber. Most heartily welcome; would you speak with any here? Sencer. Pray is the young gentleman of the house at leisure? Taber. Mean you the bridegroom, Master Chartley? Sencer. I have a letter for him. You seem to be a gentleman yourself; acquaint him with my attendance, and I shall rest yours in all good offices. Taber. Sir Boniface, pray keep the gentleman company. I will first acquaint your lips with the virtue of the cellar. [_Exit_.