Bel.  Have you don? 
Give me a little leave then ere my greife
Surround my reason.  Witnes, gratious heaven,
Who, were you not offended at some sinn
I have unwittingly comitted, would
Send sacred innocence it selfe to pleade
How much ’tis iniurd in me, that with zeale
Above the love of mothers I have tendred
This misinformd man.  Ile not aske the authors
Of this report, I doe forgive them; may
A happier fate direct you to some other
May love you better; and my fate conferr
On me with speed some sudden sepulcher. [Exit.

Bon.  I shall grow childish, too; my passions strive For my dead love to keepe my greife alive.

[Exit.

Actus Secundus.

(SCENE 1.)[70]

Enter Sucket, Crackbie, Grimes.

Gr.  Gentlemen, the rarest scene of mirth towards!

Suc.  Where? how, good Grimes?

Gr.  Oh, the steward, the steward, my fine Temperat steward, did soe lecture us before my ladie for drinking ... at midnight, has gott the key of the wine C[ellar from] Timothie the Butler and is gon downe to make [himself] drunke in pryvate.

    Enter Timothie.

Tim.  Gent[lemen], Grimes, away, away!  I watcht him into t[he Cellar] when I saw him chose forthe one of the b[ottles] of sacke, and hether is retyringe with all exp[edition].  Close, close, and be not seene.

Crac.  Oh, my fine steward!
                                [Exeunt.

    Enter Alexander Lovell with a Bottle of Sacke and a Cup.

Lov.  Soe here I may be private, and privacie is best.  I am the Steward and to be druncke in publicke, I say and I sayt, were to give ill examples.  Goe to, I, and goe to; tis good to be merry and wise; an inch in quietness is better than an ell of sorrow.  Goe to and goe to agen, for I say and I sayt, there is no reason but that the parson may forget that ere he was clerke[71].  My lady has got a cast of her eye since she tooke a survey of my good parts.  Goe to and goe to, for I say and I sayt, they are signes of a rising; flesh is frayle and women are but women, more then men but men.  I am puft up like a bladder, sweld with the wind[72] of love; for go to and go to, I say and I sayt, this love is a greife, and greife a sorrowe, and sorrows dry.  Therefore come forth, thou bottle of affection[73]; I create thee my companion, and thou, cup, shalt be my freind.  Why, so now,—­goe to and goe to:  lets have a health to our Mrss, and first to myne; sweet companion, fill to my kind freind; by thy leave, freind, Ile begin to my companion:  health to my Mrs!  Soe, now my hands in:  companion, fill, and heres a health to my freinds Mrs. Very good, and now I will conclude with yours, my deare companion:  stay, you shall pledge me presently, tis yet in a good hand;