SCENE IV.--_The Principal Room in the same_. _Enter the_ Wise-woman, Sencer _and_ Luce. _To them enter 2nd_ Luce _and_ Old Chartley. 2nd Luce. The knight you seek was here, or will be straight, And, if you be the man you name yourself, You are most welcome, and you shall not back Till you have seen Sir Harry. Old Chartley. Gentle youth, I saw him enter here, and under privilege Of his acquaintance made I bold to stay. 2nd Luce. And you are welcome, sir; sit down, I pray. [_Takes him into one of the inner rooms_. Wise-woman. Now they are placed in several rooms, that look into this one. Were Chartley come we had all our company. Sencer. Hark, there’s one knocks; ’tis Chartley, on my life. Luce. One of you let him in, whilst I prepare me To entertain his coming. [_Exeunt_ Sencer _and_ Wise-woman. _Enter_ Young Chartley, _ushered in by_ Sencer, _who retires_. Young Chartley. What, old acquaintance Luce! Not a word? yet some lip-labour if thou lovest me. Gratiana. [_In an inner room_.] My husband![4.59] Sir Harry. [_In another inner room_.] What, young Chartley! Old Chartley. [_Also in an inner room_.] How! my son! Young Chartley. Come, come away with this wailing in woe; if thou put’st finger in the eye a little longer, I shall plunge in pain too presently. Luce. O husband, husband! Gratiana. Husband! Young Chartley. What say’st thou, my sweet wife? Gratiana. Wife! O my heart! 2nd Luce. [_Aside_.] In that name wife I claim a poor child’s part. Luce. O husband, how have you used me! Young Chartley. Nay, how do I mean to use thee, but as a man should use his wife? Gratiana. I hope he doth not mean to use her so. 2nd Luce. [_Aside_.] I hope so too. Boyster. [_In an inner room_.] My grannam is a witch. Young Chartley. Nay, Luce, sweet wife, leave weeping if thou lovest me. Luce. Oh, can you blame me, knowing that the fountain Of all these springs took their first head from you? You know, you too well know, not three days since Are past since we were married. Gratiana. Married! I can endure no longer. Sir Harry. It cannot be. Old Chartley. It is not possible. Boyster. I’ll be even with thee for this, old grannam. Luce. And though we wanted witness upon earth, Yet Heaven bears record of our nuptial tie. Young Chartley. Tush, when we meet in Heaven let’s talk of that. Nay, come, you ass, you fool, what’s past is past; Though man and wife, yet I must marry now Another gallant; here’s thy letter, Luce, And this night I intend to lodge with thee. 2nd Luce. [_Aside_.] I’ll scratch her eyes out first, although I love her. Young Chartley. Prithee be merry. I have made a gull of Grace, and old Sir Harry Thinks me a great way off. I told the knight My father lay a-dying, took post-horse, Rid out of Holborn, turned by Islington, So hither, wench, to lodge all night with thee.