_Isa._ For Heav'us sake let's not ride staggering in the night, come, pray you take some Sweet-meats in your pocket, if your stomach-- _Wid._ I have a little business. _Isab._ To abuse me, you shall not find new dreams, and new suspicions, to horse withal. _Wid._ Lord who made you a Commander! hey ho, my heart. _Isab._ Is the wind come thither, and Coward like, do you lose your Colours to 'em? are you sick o'th' _Valentine_? sweet Sister, come let's away, the Country will so quicken you, and we shall live so sweetly: _Luce_, my Ladies Cloak; nay, you have put me into such a gog of going, I would not stay for all the world; if I live here, you have so knock'd this love into my head, that I shall love any body, and I find my body, I know not how, so apt--pray let's be gone, Sister, I stand on thorns. _Wid._ I prethee _Isabella_, i'faith I have some business that concerns me, I will suspect no more, here, wear that for me, and I'le pay the hundred pound you owe your Taylor. _Enter_ Shorthose, Roger, Humphrey, Ralph. _Isab._ I had rather go, but-- _Wid._ Come walk in with me, we'll go to Cards, unsaddle the Horses. _Short._ A Jubile, a Jubile, we stay, Boys. _Enter_ Uncle, Lan. Foun. Bella. Harebrain _following_. _Unc._ Are they behind us? _Lan._ Close, close, speak aloud, Sir. _Unc._ I am glad my Nephew has so much discretion, at length to find his wants: did she entertain him? _Lance._ Most bravely, nobly, and gave him such a welcome! _Unc._ For his own sake do you think? _Lance._ Most certain, Sir, and in his own cause bestir'd himself too, and wan such liking from her, she dotes on him, h'as the command of all the house already. _Unc._ He deals not well with his friends. _Lance._ Let him deal on, and be his own friend, he has most need of her. _Unc._ I wonder they would put him-- _Lan._ You are in the right on't, a man that must raise himself, I knew he would couzen 'em, and glad I am he has: he watched occasion, and found it i'th' nick. _Unc._ He has deceived me. _Lan._ I told you howsoever he wheel'd about, he would charge home at length: how I could laugh now, to think of these tame fools! _Unc._ 'Twas not well done, because they trusted him, yet. _Bel._ Hark you Gentlemen. _Unc._ We are upon a business, pray excuse us, they have it home. _Lane._ Come let it work good on Gentlemen. [_Exeunt_ Uncle, Lance. _Font._ 'Tis true, he is a knave, I ever thought it. _Hare._ And we are fools, tame fools. _Bell._ Come let's go seek him, he shall be hang'd before he colt us basely. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ Isabella, Luce. _Isab._ Art sure she loves him? _Luce._ Am I sure I live? and I have clapt on such a commendation on your revenge. _Isab._ Faith, he is a pretty Gentleman. _Luce._ Handsome enough, and that her eye has found out. _Isa._ He talks the best they say, and yet the maddest. _Luce._ H'as the right way. _Isa._ How is she?