Ars.

He’s fighting sure.

Die. 
I’le tell ye that immediately—­

[Exit.

Mil.

Or doing some strange out-rage on himself.

Ars.

Hang him, he dares not be so valiant.

Enter

     Diego.

     Die.

     There’s no body at home, and he chafes like a Lyon,
     And stinks withal. [Noise still.
     Lop.  No body?

     Die.

     Not a Creature,
     Nothing within, but he and his Law-tempest,
     The Ladles, Dishes, Kettles, how they flie all! 
     And how the Glasses through the Rooms!

     Enter Bartolus.

     Ars.

     My friend sure
     Has got her out, and now he has made an end on’t.

     Lop.

     See where the Sea comes? how it foams, and brustles? 
     The great Leviathan o’th’ Law, how it tumbles?

     Bar.

     Made every way an Ass? abus’d on all sides? 
     And from all quarters, people come to laugh at me? 
     Rise like a Comet, to be wonder’d at? 
     A horrid Comet, for Boys tongues, and Ballads? 
     I will run from my wits.

     Enter Amaranta, Leandro.

     Ars.

     Do, do, good Lawyer,
     And from thy mony too, then thou wilt be quiet.

     Mil.

     Here she comes home:  now mark the salutations;
     How like an Ass my friend goes?

     Ars.

     She has pull’d his ears down.

     Bar.

     Now, what sweet voyage? to what Garden, Lady? 
     Or to what Cousins house?

     Ama.

     Is this my welcome? 
     I cannot go to Church, but thus I am scandal’d,
     Use no devotion for my soul, but Gentlemen—­

     Bar.

     To Church?

     Amar.

     Yes, and ye keep sweet youths to wait upon me,
     Sweet bred-up youths, to be a credit to me. 
     There’s your delight again, pray take him to ye,
     He never comes near me more to debase me.

     Bar.

     How’s this? how’s this? good wife, how, has he wrong’d ye?

     Ama.

I was fain to drive him like a sheep before me, I blush to think how people fleer’d, and scorn’d me.  Others have handsome men, that know behaviour, Place, and observance:  this silly thing knows nothing, Cannot tell ten; let every Rascal justle me, And still I push’d him on as he had been coming. Bar.  Ha! did ye push him on? is he so stupid?

     Ama.

     When others were attentive to the Priest,
     Good devout Gentleman, then fell he fast,
     Fast, sound asleep:  then first began the Bag-pipes,
     The several stops on’s nose made a rare musick,
     A rare and loud, and those plaid many an Anthem. 
     Put out of that, he fell straight into dreaming.