Leop. I attend your Lordship: 
Now my way’s free, and my hope’s Lord again.
                        [Exeunt all but Hip. and Zab.

Hip. D’ye jeer me now ye are going?  I may live yet—­to make you howl both.

Zab. You might have done; you had power then,
But now the chains are off, the command lost,
And such a story they will make of this
To laugh out lazie time.

Hip. No means yet left me?  For now I burst with anger:  none to satisfie me?  No comfort? no revenge?

Zab. You speak too late; You might have had all these, your useful servants, Had you been wise, and suddain:  what power, or will Over her beauty, have you now? by violence To constrain his love; she is as free as you are, And no law can impeach her liberty, And whilst she is so, Arnoldo will despise you.

Hip. Either my love or anger must be satisfied, Or I must dye.

Zab. I have a way wou’d do it, Wou’d do it yet, protect me from the Law.

Hip. From any thing; thou knowest what power I have, What mony, and what friends.

Zab. ’Tis a devilish one:  But such must now be us’d:  walk in, I’le tell you; And if you like it, if the Devil can do any thing—­

Hip. Devil, or what thou wilt, so I be satisfied. [Ex.

Enter Sulpitia, and Jaques.

Sulp. This is the rarest and the lustiest fellow, And so bestirs himself—­

Jaq. Give him breath Mistress, You’l melt him else.

Sulp. He does perform such wonders—­ The women are mad on him.

Jaq. Give him breath I say; The man is but a man, he must have breath.

Sulp. How many had he yesterday?  And they paid bravely too.

Jaq. About fourteen, But still I cry give breath, spare him and have him.

Sulp. Five Dames to day; this was a small stage, He may endure five more.

Jaq. Breath, breath I cry still; Body o’ me give breath, the man’s a lost man else.  Feed him and give him breath.

Enter 2 Gentlewomen.

Sulp. Welcome Gentlewomen, Y’are very welcome.

1 Gen. We hear you have a lusty and well complexion’d fellow That does rare tricks; my Sister and my self here, Would trifle out an hour or two, so please you.

Sulp. Jaques, conduct ’em in.

Both. There’s for your courtesie. [Ex. Jaq. and Gent.

Sulp. Good pay still, good round pay, this happy fellow
Will set me up again; he brings in gold
Faster than I have leisure to receive it. 
O that his body were not flesh and fading;
But I’le so pap him up—­nothing too dear for him;
What a sweet scent he has?—­Now what news Jaques?

Jaq. He cannot last, I pity the poor man,
I suffer for him; two Coaches of young City dames,
And they drive as the Devil were in the wheels,
Are ready now to enter:  and behind these
An old dead-palsied Lady in a Litter,
And she makes all the haste she can:  the man’s lost,
You may gather up his dry bones to make Nine-pins,
But for his flesh.