Jam.

     And you Arsenio?

     Ars.

     Yes he’s gone, Sir,
     Strangely disguis’d, he’s set upon his voyage. 
     Love guide his thoughts:  he’s a brave honest fellow. 
     Sit close Don Lawyer, O that arrant knave now,
     How he will stink, will smoak again, will burst! 
     He’s the most arrant Beast.

     Mil.

     He may be more beast.

     Jam.

     Let him bear six, and six, that all may blaze him,
     The villany he has sowed into my Brother,
     And from his State, the Revenue he has reach’d at: 
     Pay him, my good Leandro, take my prayers.

     Ars.

     And all our wishes plough with his fine white heifer.

     Jam.

     Mark him (my dear friend) for a famous Cuckold,
     Let it out-live his Books, his pains, and hear me,
     The more he seeks to smother it with Justice,

     Enter a Servant.

     Let it blaze out the more:  what news Andrea?

     Andr.

     News I am loth to tell ye:  but I am charg’d, sir,
     Your Brother layes a strict command upon ye,
     No more to know his house, upon your danger,
     I am sorry, Sir.

     Jam.

     Faith never be:  I am glad on’t,
     He keeps the house of pride, and foolery: 
     I mean to shun it:  so return my Answer,
     ’Twill shortly spew him out; Come, let’s be merry,
     And lay our heads together, carefully
     How we may help our friend; and let’s lodge near him,
     Be still at hand:  I would not for my patrimony,
     But he should crown his Lawyer, a learned Monster;
     Come, let’s away, I am stark mad till I see him.

[Exeunt.

     SCENA IV.

     Enter Bartolus, and Amaranta.

     Amar.

     Why will ye bring men in, and yet be jealous? 
     Why will ye lodge a young man, a man able,
     And yet repine?

     Bar.

     He shall not trouble thee, sweet,
     A modest poor slight thing, did I not tell thee
     He was only given to the Book, and for that
     How Royally he paies? finds his own meat too.

     Amar.

     I will not have him here:  I know your courses,
     And what fits you will fall into of madness.

     Bar.

     ’Faith, I will not, Wife.

     Amar.

     I will not try ye.

     Bar.

     He comes not near thee:  shall not dare to tread
     Within thy Lodgings:  in an old out-Room
     Where Logs, and Coles were laid.

     Amar.

     Now ye lay fire; fire to consume your quiet.