Mar. Good Sir goe in, and put your womans cloaths on:  If you be seen thus, I am lost for ever.

Wel. I’le watch you for that Mistris:  I am no fool, here will I tarry till the house be up and witness with me.

Mar. Good dear friend goe in.

Wel. To bed again if you please, else I am fixt here till there be notice taken what I am, and what I have done:  if you could juggle me into my woman-hood again, and so cog me out of your company, all this would be forsworn, and I again an asinego, as your Sister left me.  No, I’le have it known and publisht; then if you’le be a whore, forsake me and be asham’d:  and when you can hold no longer, marry some cast Cleve Captain, and sell Bottle-ale.

Mar. I dare not stay Sir, use me modestly, I am your wife.

Wel. Goe in, I’le make up all.

Elder Lo. I’le be a witness of your naked truth Sir:  this is the Gentlewoman, prethee look upon him, that is he that made me break my faith sweet:  but thank your Sister, she hath soder’d it.

Lady. What a dull ass was I, I could not see this wencher from a wench:  twenty to one, if I had been but tender like my Sister, he had served me such a slippery trick too.

Wel. Twenty to one I had.

Elder Lo. I would have watcht you Sir, by your good patience, for ferreting in my ground.

Lady. You have been with my Sister.

Wel. Yes to bring.

Elder Lo. An heir into the world he means.

Lady. There is no chafing now.

Wel. I have had my part on’t:  I have been chaft this three hours, that’s the least, I am reasonable cool now.

Lady. Cannot you fare well, but you must cry roast-meat?

Wel. He that fares well, and will not bless the founders, is either surfeited, or ill taught, Lady, for mine own part, I have found so sweet a diet, I can commend it, though I cannot spare it.

Elder Lo. How like you this dish, Welford, I made a supper on’t, and fed so heartily, I could not sleep.

Lady. By this light, had I but scented out your [train], ye had slept with a bare pillow in your arms and kist that, or else the bed-post, for any wife ye had got this twelve-month yet:  I would have vext you more than a try’d post-horse; and been longer bearing, than ever after-game at Irish was.  Lord, that I were unmarried again.

Elder Lo. Lady I would not undertake ye, were you again a Haggard, for the best cast of four Ladys i’th’ Kingdom:  you were ever tickle-footed, and would not truss round.

Wel. Is she fast?

Elder Lo. She was all night lockt here boy.

Wel. Then you may lure her without fear of losing:  take off her Cranes.  You have a delicate Gentlewoman to your Sister:  Lord what a prettie furie she was in, when she perceived I was a man:  but I thank God I satisfied her scruple, without the Parson o’th’ town.