Lady.  However he may pretend, and point at charge
Which makes his stay unpleasant, ’tis his Jelousie
That strikes him into wildnes and dislike
Of all things here:  he does not use mee well. 
—­Where is my sister?

Do.  In the Closet, Madam.  —­I must waite upon my Ladie, sweete Captaine.

[Exeunt Lady & Dorothy.

Un.  This Wench has a notable witt, if I have any Judgment:  I doe not thinke but shee’s in love with me.  If I thought shee were not given to be with child I would examine her abilities; but these waiting women are so fruitfull, when they have a good turne from a gentleman they have not the vertue of concealment:  touch a Chambermaide and take a Child, —­everything workes with their soluble bodies.

Enter Monsir Device.

De.  Noble Mr. Underwitt!

Un.  I know not whome you meane, sir:  he that comands the family in chiefe, hath been honor’d with a sword and “rise Sir Richard” (who is but my father in lawe[226] to a[nd?] by a former wife):  for Mr. Underwitt, whome to salute you humbled your Cloth a gold Dublet, I ken not the wight.

De.  Doe not you know mee, noble Sir?

Un.  Upon even tearmes I may call your name to memorie, but if you understand not my addition[227] it is honourable to forgett the best friend I have.

De.  What’s the mistry of this?  Your addition? pray honour me to know it.

Un.  He that was Mr. Underwit is made a Captaine; you may, if you please, take notice of his title.

De.  I beg your mercy, noble Captaine, and congratulate your addition of honour.  It was Ignorance which, I professe, made me salute you with a wrong preface.  Now, Capt., I shall bee proud to march under the ensigne of your favour.

Un.  Friend Device, how does thy body?  I am thy vassall; servant is for porters, watermen & lacquies, & is no witt neither.  You preserve your tropes and your elegancies?  What fancies doe adorne to-day?  If I were a Constable I might apprehend you for suspition you had robd a pedlar.  Does this thatchd cottage head hold still in fashion?  What paid you for this dead mans hair?  Where’s your night rail[228]?  The last time I saw you was in Fleetstreet, when at Complement and bare to an other gentleman.  I tooke him for a Barber and I thought you by the wide lynnen about your neck [to] have been under correction in the suds[229], sir.

De.  Wee are govern’d by the Mode, as waters by the Moone; but there are more changes in th’one than t’other.  But does your Comand extend to the Sea or the land service?

Un.  I never see the Sea in my life, sir, nor intend it.

De.  You are not the first Captaine that has seene no service:  ’tis time lost to travell for’t when a man may bee a Comander at home.  I never traveld myselfe.