_Beau._ And next for you, Sir Coxcomb, you see I am not murdered, though you paid well for the performance; what think you of bribing my own man to butcher me? _Enter_ FOURBIN. Look ye, sir, he can cut a throat upon occasion, and here's another dresses a man's heart with oil and pepper, better than any cook in Christendom. _Four._ Will your worship please to have one for your breakfast this morning? _Sir Dav._ With all my heart, sweetheart, anything in the world, faith and troth, ha, ha, ha! this is the purest sport, ha, ha, ha! _Re-enter_ VERMIN. _Ver._ Oh, sir, the most unhappy and most unfortunate news! There has been a gentleman in Madam Sylvia's chamber all this night, who, just as you went out of doors, carried her away, and whither they are gone nobody knows. _Sir Dav._ With all my heart, I am glad on't, child, I would not care if he had carried away my house and all, man. Unhappy news, quoth-a! poor fool, he does not know I am a cuckold, and that anybody may make bold with what belongs to me, ha, ha, ha! I am so pleased, ha, ha, ha; I think I was never so pleased in all my life before, ha, ha, ha! _Beau._ Nay, sir, I have a hank[58] upon you; there are laws for cut-throats, sir; and as you tender your future credit, take this wronged lady home, and use her handsomely, use her like my mistress, sir, do you mark me? that when we think fit to meet again, I hear no complaint of you; this must be done, friend. _Sir Jol._ In troth, and it is but reasonable, very reasonable in troth. _L. Dunce._ Can you, my dear, forgive me one misfortune? _Sir Dav._ Madam, in one word, I am thy ladyship's most humble servant and cuckold, Sir Davy Dunce, knight, living in Covent-garden; ha, ha, ha! well, this is mighty pretty, ha, ha, ha! _Enter_ SYLVIA, _followed by_ COURTINE. _Sylv._ Sir Jolly, ah, Sir Jolly, protect me or I'm ruined. _Sir Jol._ My little minikin, is it thy squeak? _Beau._ My dear Courtine, welcome. _Sir Jol._ Well, child, and what would that wicked fellow do to thee, child? Ha! child, child, what would he do to thee? _Sylv._ Oh, sir, he has most inhumanly seduced me out of my uncle's house, and threatens to marry me. _Cour._ Nay, sir, and she having no more grace before her eyes neither, has e'en taken me at my word. _Sir Jol._ In troth, and that's very uncivilly done: I don't like these marriages, I'll have no marriages in my house, and there's an end on't. _Sir Dav._ And do you intend to marry my niece, friend? _Cour._ Yes, sir, and never ask your consent neither.