_Val._ Take a thousand, I will not keep it, nor thou shalt not have it, because thou camest i'th' nick, thou shalt not have it, go take possession, and be sure you hold it, hold fast with both hands, for there be those hounds uncoupled, will ring you such a knell, go down in glory, and march upon my land, and cry, All's mine; cry as the Devil did, and be the Devil, mark what an Echo follows, build fine March-panes, to entertain Sir Silk-worm and his Lady, and pull the Chappel down, and raise a Chamber for Mistress Silver-pin, to lay her belly in, mark what an Earthquake comes. Then foolish Merchant my Tenants are no Subjects, they obey nothing, and they are people too never Christened, they know no Law nor Conscience, they'll devour thee; and thou mortal, the stopple, they'll confound thee within three days; no bit nor memory of what thou wert, no not the Wart upon thy Nose there, shall be e're heard of more; go take possession, and bring thy Children down, to rost like Rabbets, they love young Toasts and Butter, _Bow-bell_ Suckers; as they love mischief, and hate Law, they are Cannibals; bring down thy kindred too, that be not fruitful, there be those Mandrakes that will mollifie 'em, go take possession. I'le go to my Chamber, afore Boy go. [_Exeunt._ _Mer._ He's mad sure. _Unc._ He's half drunk sure: and yet I like this unwillingness to lose it, this looking back. _Mer._ Yes, if he did it handsomely, but he's so harsh and strange. _Unc._ Believe it 'tis his drink, Sir, and I am glad his drink has thrust it out. _Mer._ Cannibals? if ever I come to view his Regiment, if fair terms may be had. _Unc._ He tells you true, Sir, they are a bunch of the most boisterous Rascals disorder ever made, let 'em be mad once, the power of the whole Country cannot cool 'em, be patient but a while. _Mer._ As long as you will, Sir, before I buy a bargain of such Runts, I'le buy a Colledge for Bears, and live among 'em. _Enter_ Francisco, Lance, _Boy with a Torch_. _Fran._ How dost thou now? _Lan._ Better than I was, and straighter, but my head's a Hogshead still, it rowls and tumbles. _Fran._ Thou wert cruelly paid. _Lan._ I may live to requite it, put a Snaffle of Sack in my mouth and then ride me very well. _Fran._ 'Twas all but sport, I'le tell thee what I mean now, I mean to see this Wench. _Lan._ Where a Devil is she? and there were two, 'twere better. _Fran._ Dost thou hear the Bell ring? _Lan._ Yes, yes. _Fran._ Then she comes to prayers, early each morning thither: Now if I could but meet her, for I am of another mettle now. _Enter_ Isabel, _and_ Shorthose _with a Torch_. _Lan._ What light's yon? _Fran._ Ha, 'tis a light, take her by the hand and court her. _Lan._ Take her below the girdle, you'l never speed else, it comes on this way still, oh that I had but such an opportunity in a Saw-pit, how it comes on, comes on! 'tis here. _Fran._ 'Tis she: fortune I kiss thy hand--Good morrow Lady.