_Mrs. Mar._ I will show my kindness to my worthy, brave, heroic knight, in being kind to his friend, his dear friend, who helped him to me. [_Hugs_ DAPPERWIT _again._ _Sir Sim._ But, Mistress Martha, he is not to help him always; though he helps him to be married, he is not to help him when he is married. _Mrs. Mar._ What, Mr. Dapperwit, will you love my worthy knight less after marriage than before? that were against the custom; for marriage gets a man friends, instead of losing those he has. _Dap._ I will ever be his servant and yours, dear madam; do not doubt me. _Mrs. Mar._ I do not, sweet dear Mr. Dapperwit; but I should not have seen you these two days if it had not been for honest Jonas there--[_She kisses_ DAPPERWIT. _Sir Sim._ [_Apart to_ DAPPERWIT.] For shame! though she be young and foolish, do not you wrong me to my face. _Dap._ Would you have me so ill bred as to repulse her innocent kindness?--what a thing it is to want wit! _Sir Sim._ [_Aside._] A pox! I must make haste to discover myself, or I shall discover what I would not discover; but if I should discover myself in this habit, 'twould not be to my advantage. But I'll go, put on my own clothes, and look like a knight.--[_Aloud._] Well, Mrs. Martha, I'll go seek out your knight: are you not impatient to see him? _Mrs. Mar._ Wives must be obedient; let him take his own time. _Sir Sim._ Can you trust yourself a turn or two with Master Dapperwit? _Mrs. Mar._ Yes, yes, Jonas--as long as you will. _Sir Sim._ [_Aside._] But I would not trust you with him, if I could help it.-- So married wight sees what he dares not blame; And cannot budge for fear, nor stay for shame. [_Exit._ _Dap._ I am glad he is gone, that I may laugh. 'Tis such a miracle of fops, that his conversation should be pleasant to me, even when it hindered me of yours. _Mrs. Mar._ Indeed, I'm glad he is gone too, as pleasant as he is. _Dap._ I know why, I know why, sweet Mrs. Martha. I warrant you, you had rather have the parson's company than his?--now you are out of your father's house, 'tis time to leave being a hypocrite. _Mrs. Mar._ Well, for the jest's sake, to disappoint my knight, I would not care if I disappointed myself of a ladyship. _Dap._ Come, I will not keep you on the tenters; I know you have a mind to make sure of me: I have a little chaplain (I wish he were a bishop or one of the friars) to perfect our revenge upon that zealous Jew, your father. _Mrs. Mar._ Do not speak ill of my father; he has been your friend, I'm sure. _Dap._ My friend! _Mrs. Mar._ His hard usage of me conspired with your good mien and wit, and to avoid slavery unto him, I stoop to your yoke. _Dap._ I will be obliged to your father for nothing but a portion; nor to you for your love; 'twas due to my merit. _Mrs. Mar._ You show yourself Sir Simon's original; if 'twere not for that vanity--