_Isa._ What voice is that, Sirra, do you sleep as you go, 'tis he, I am glad on't. Why, _Shorthose_? _Short._ Yes forsooth, I was dreamt, I was going to Church. _Lan._ She sees you as plain as I do. _Isab._ Hold the torch up. _Short._ Here's nothing but a stall, and a Butcher's Dog asleep in't, where did you see the voice? _Fran._ She looks still angry. _Lan._ To her and meet Sir. _Isab._ Here, here. _Fran._ Yes Lady, never bless your self, I am but a man, and like an honest man, now I will thank you-- _Isab._ What do you mean, who sent for you, who desired you? _Short._ Shall I put out the Torch forsooth? _Isab._ Can I not go about my private meditations, Ha, but such companions as you must ruffle me? you had best go with me Sir? _Fran._ 'Twas my purpose. _Isab._ Why, what an impudence is this! you had best, being so near the Church, provide a Priest, and perswade me to marry you. _Fran._ It was my meaning, and such a husband, so loving, and so carefull, my youth, and all my fortunes shall arrive at--Hark you? _Isab._ 'Tis strange you should be thus unmannerly, turn home again sirra, you had best now force my man to lead your way. _Lan._ Yes marry shall he Lady, forward my friend. _Isab._ This is a pretty Riot, it may grow to a rape. _Fran._ Do you like that better? I can ravish you an hundred times, and never hurt you. _Short._ I see nothing, I am asleep still, when you have done tell me, and then I'le wake Mistris. _Isab._ Are you in earnest Sir, do you long to be hang'd? _Fran._ Yes by my troth Lady in these fair Tresses. _Isab._ Shall I call out for help? _Fran._ No by no means, that were a weak trick Lady, I'le kiss, and stop your mouth. _Isab._ You'l answer all these? _Fran._ A thousand kisses more. _Isab._ I was never abused thus, you had best give out too, that you found me willing, and say I doted on you? _Fran._ That's known already, and no man living shall now carry you from me. _Isab._ This is fine i'faith. _Fran._ It shall be ten times finer. _Isab._ Well, seeing you are so valiant, keep your way, I will to Church. _Fran._ And I will wait upon you. _Isab._ And it is most likely there's a Priest, if you dare venture as you profess, I would wish you look about you, to do these rude tricks, for you know the recompences, and trust not to my mercy. _Fran._ But I will Lady. _Isab._ For I'le so handle you. _Fran._ That's it I look for. _Lan._ Afore thou dream. _Shor._ Have you done? _Isab._ Go on Sir, and follow if you dare. _Fran._ If I do not, hang me. _Lan._ 'Tis all thine own boy, an 'twere a million, god a mercy Sack, when would small Beer have done this? _Knocking within. Enter_ Valentine. _Val._ Whose that that knocks and bounces, what a Devil ails you, is hell broke loose, or do you keep an Iron mill? _Enter a_ Servant. _Ser._ 'Tis a Gentlewoman Sir that must needs speak with you. _Val._ A Gentlewoman? what Gentlewoman, what have I to do with Gentlewomen?