En.—­Into what misery have my Projects flung me! 
They shanot know I understand ’em.  That
I were quitt with loss of both my eares, although
I cut my haire like a Lay Elder, too,
To shew the naked conyholes!  I doe thinke
What cursed Balletts will be made upon me
And sung to divilish tunes at faire and Marketts
To call in cutpurses.  In a puppet play,
Were but my storie written by some scholler,
Twould put downe hocas pocas and the tumblers
And draw more audience than the Motion
Of Ninivie[275] or the dainty docile horse[276]
That snorts at Spaine by an instinct of Nature.

Cap.  Ile leave him to you and seeke out Captaine Underwit.
          
                                             [Exit.

Ri.  Come, Master Engine, weele to horse imediately.

[Exeunt.

[SCENE 4.]

Enter Courtwell, Sister and Device.

Cou.  So, we are fast enough, and now I have thee
Ile tell thee all the fault I find; thou hast
A little too much witt to bee a wife;
It could not be too nimble for a Mistresse.—­
Device, there is a part still of your pennance
Behind.  You would pretend to be a Poet;
Ile not disgrace the name to call thee one,
But let me have rimes against we go to bed,
Two Anagrams that weigh an ounce, with coment,
And after that in verse your Affidavit
That you do wish us joy, and I discharge you.

De.  Tis tyme I were at study then.

Cou.  About e’m: 
Your double congey and depart with silence. [Exit Device. 
Now prethe tell me who reported I
Had wrong’d a Ladie?  Wast not thy revenge
To make me angrie?

Sis.  Twas, indeed.  Now tell me:  Why at the first approach seem’d you so modest?  You have confidence to spare now.

Cou.  Troth I came not With any wooing purpose; only to please My Uncle, and try thy witt; and that converted me.

    Enter Thomas.

Tho.  Did you see my Master, Captaine Underwit?

Cou.  Yes, hee’s talking with the priest and Mistris Dorothy.

Tho.  Her fathers footman was here; she is a knights daughter And heire, but she does not know it yet.

Sis.  I thinke so.

Cou.  Where’s my Uncle.

Tho.  A mile ons way to London by this tyme with Sir Richard.  I long to see my Master. [Exit.

Cou.  Wee shall want companie to dance.

    Enter Ladie.

Sis.  My Sister.

Cou.  If you please, Madam, you may call me Brother: 
We have been at ‘I John take the Elizabeth’. 
A possett and foure naked thighes a bed
To night will bid faire earnest for a boy, too.