_Wid._ Pray be not impudent, these are the finest toyes, belike I am married then? _Mer._ You are in a miserable estate in the worlds account else, I would not for your wealth it come to doubting. _Wid._ And I am great with child? _Unc._ No, great they say not, but 'tis a full opinion you are with child, and great joy among the Gentlemen, your husband hath bestirred himself fairly. _Mer._ Alas, we know his private hours of entrance, how long, and when he stayed, could name the bed too, where he paid down his first-fruits. _Wid._ I shall believe anon. _Unc._ And we consider for some private reasons, you would have it private, yet take your own pleasure; and so good morrow, my best Niece, my sweetest. _Wid._ No, no, pray stay. _Unc._ I know you would be with him, love him, and love him well. _Mer._ You'l find him noble, this may beget-- _Unc._ It must needs work upon her. [_Exit_ Uncle, _and_ Mer. _Wid._ These are fine bobs i'faith, married, and with child too! how long has this been, I trow? they seem grave fellows, they should not come to flout; married, and bedded, the world takes notice too! where lies this May-game? I could be vext extreamly now, and rail too, but 'tis to no end, though I itch a little, must I be scratcht I know not how, who waits there? _Enter_ Humphrey, _a_ Servant. _Hum._ Madam. _Wid._ Make ready my Coach quickly, and wait you only, and hark you Sir, be secret and speedy, inquire out where he lies. _Hum._ I shall do it, Madam. _Wid._ Married, and got with child in a dream! 'tis fine i'faith, sure he that did this, would do better waking. [_Exit._ _Enter_ Valentine, Fran. Lance, _and a Boy with a Torch_. _Val._ Hold thy Torch handsomely: how dost thou _Frank_? _Peter Bassel_, bear up. _Fran._ You have fried me soundly, Sack do you call this drink? _Val._ A shrewd dog, _Frank_, will bite abundantly. _Lan._ Now could I fight, and fight with thee. _Val._ With me, thou man of _Memphis_? _Lan._ But that thou art mine own natural master, yet my sack says thou art no man, thou art a Pagan, and pawnest thy land, which a noble cause. _Val._ No arms, nor arms, good _Lancelot_, dear _Lance_, no fighting here, we will have Lands boy, Livings, and Titles, thou shalt be a Vice-Roy, hang fighting, hang't 'tis out of fashion. _Lan._ I would fain labour you into your lands again, go to, it is behoveful. _Fran._ Fie _Lance_, fie. _Lan._ I must beat some body, and why not my Master, before a stranger? charity and beating begins at home. _Val._ Come, thou shalt beat me. _Lan._ I will not be compel'd, and you were two Masters, I scorn the motion. _Val._ Wilt thou sleep? _Lan._ I scorn sleep. _Val._ Wilt thou go eat? _Lan._ I scorn meat, I come for rompering, I come to wait upon my charge discreetly; for look you, if you will not take your Mortgage again, here do I lie S' George, and so forth. _Val._ And here do I S' George, bestride the Dragon, thus with my Lance. _Lan._ I sting, I sting with my tail.