Elder Lo. This kiss indeed is sweet, pray God no sin lie under it.

Lady. There is no sin at all, try but another.

Wel. O my heart!

Mar. Help Sister, this Lady swounds.

Elder Lo. How do you?

Wel. Why very well, if you be so.

Elder Lo. Since a quiet mind lives not in any Woman, I shall do a most ungodly thing.  Hear me one word more, which by all my hopes I will not alter, I did make an oath when you delai’d me so, that this very night I would be married.  Now if you will go without delay, suddenly, as late as it is, with your own Minister to your own Chapel, I’le wed you and to bed.

Lady. A match dear servant.

Elder Lo. For if you should forsake me now, I care not, she would not though for all her injuries, such is her spirit.  If I be not ashamed to kiss her now I part, may I not live.

Wel. I see you go, as slily as you think to steal away:  yet I will pray for you; all blessings of the world light on you two, that you may live to be an aged pair.  All curses on me if I do not speak what I do wish indeed.

Elder Lo. If I can speak to purpose to her, I am a villain.

Lady. Servant away.

Mar. Sister, will you Marry that inconstant man? think you he will not cast you off to morrow, to wrong a Lady thus, lookt she like dirt, ’twas basely done.  May you ne’re prosper with him.

Wel. Now God forbid.  Alas I was unworthy, so I told him.

Mar. That was your modesty, too good for him.  I would not see your wedding for a world.

Lady. Chuse chuse, come Younglove.

    [Exit La.  Elder Lo. and Young.

Mar. Dry up your eyes forsooth, you shall not think we are all such uncivil beasts as these.  Would I knew how to give you a revenge.

Wel. So would not I:  No let me suffer truly, that I desire.

Mar. Pray walk in with me, ’tis very late, and you shall stay all night:  your bed shall be no worse than mine; I wish I could but do you right.

Wel. My humble thanks:  God grant I may but live to quit your love. [Exeunt.

    Enter Young Loveless and Savil.

Young Lo. Did your Master send for me Savil?

Sav. Yes, he did send for your worship Sir.

Young Lo. Do you know the business?

Sav. Alas Sir, I know nothing, nor am imployed beyond my hours of eating.  My dancing days are done Sir.

Young Lo. What art thou now then?

Sav. If you consider me in little, I am with your worships reverence Sir, a Rascal:  one that upon the next anger of your Brother, must raise a sconce by the high way, and sell switches; my wife is learning now Sir, to weave inkle.