_Sebas._ And verify the proverb--The nearer the church the further from God.--Poor wench! For thy sake may his hability die in his appetite, that thou beest not troubled with him thou lovest not! May his appetite move thy desire to another man, so he shall help to make himself cuckold! And let that man be one that he pays wages to; so thou shalt profit by him thou hatest. Let the chambers be matted, the hinges oiled, the curtain rings silenced, and the chambermaid hold her peace at his own request, that he may sleep the quieter; and in that sleep let him be soundly cuckolded. And when he knows it, and seeks to sue a divorce, let him have no other satisfaction than this: He lay by and slept: the law will take no hold of her because he winked at it. [_Exit._ ACT THE SECOND. SCENE I.--_The Banqueting Room in_ BELFOREST'S _Mansion_. _Night time. A Banquet set out. Music._ _Enter_ D'AMVILLE, BELFOREST, LEVIDULCIA, ROUSARD, CASTABELLA, LANGUEBEAU SNUFFE, _at one side. At the other side enter_ CATAPLASMA _and_ SOQUETTE, _ushered by_ FRESCO. _Lev._ Mistress Cataplasma, I expected you an hour since. _Cata._ Certain ladies at my house, madam, detained me; otherwise I had attended your ladyship sooner. _Lev._ We are beholden to you for your company. My lord, I pray you bid these gentlewomen welcome; they're my invited friends. _D'Am._ Gentlewomen, y'are welcome. Pray sit down. _Lev._ Fresco, by my Lord D'Amville's leave, I prithee go into the buttery. Thou shalt find some o' my men there. If they bid thee not welcome they are very loggerheads. _Fres._ If your loggerheads will not, your hogsheads shall, madam, if I get into the buttery. [_Exit._ _D'Am._ That fellow's disposition to mirth should be our present example. Let's be grave, and meditate when our affairs require our seriousness. 'Tis out of season to be heavily disposed. _Lev._ We should be all wound up into the key of mirth. _D'Am._ The music there! _Bel._ Where's my Lord Montferrers? Tell him here's a room attends him. _Enter_ MONTFERRERS. _Mont._ Heaven given your marriage that I am deprived of, joy! _D'Am._ My Lord Belforest, Castabella's health! [D'AMVILLE _drinks._ Set ope the cellar doors, and let this health Go freely round the house.--Another to Your son, my lord; to noble Charlemont-- He is a soldier--Let the instruments Of war congratulate his memory. [_Drums and trumpets._ _Enter a_ Servant. _Ser._ My lord, here's one, i' the habit of a soldier, says he is newly returned from Ostend, and has some business of import to speak. _D'Am._ Ostend! let him come in. My soul foretells He brings the news will make our music full. My brother's joy would do't, and here comes he Will raise it. _Enter_ BORACHIO _disguised._ _Mont._ O my spirit, it does dissuade My tongue to question him, as if it knew His answer would displease.