Wid. I prethee Isabella, i’faith I have some business that concerns me, I will suspect no more, here, wear that for me, and I’le pay the hundred pound you owe your Taylor.

Enter Shorthose, Roger, Humphrey, Ralph.

Isab. I had rather go, but—­

Wid. Come walk in with me, we’ll go to Cards, unsaddle the Horses.

Short. A Jubile, a Jubile, we stay, Boys.

Enter Uncle, Lan.  Foun.  Bella.  Harebrain following.

Unc. Are they behind us?

Lan. Close, close, speak aloud, Sir.

Unc. I am glad my Nephew has so much discretion, at length to find his wants:  did she entertain him?

Lance. Most bravely, nobly, and gave him such a welcome!

Unc. For his own sake do you think?

Lance. Most certain, Sir, and in his own cause bestir’d himself too, and wan such liking from her, she dotes on him, h’as the command of all the house already.

Unc. He deals not well with his friends.

Lance. Let him deal on, and be his own friend, he has most need of her.

Unc. I wonder they would put him—­

Lan. You are in the right on’t, a man that must raise himself, I knew he would couzen ’em, and glad I am he has:  he watched occasion, and found it i’th’ nick.

Unc. He has deceived me.

Lan. I told you howsoever he wheel’d about, he would charge home at length:  how I could laugh now, to think of these tame fools!

Unc. ’Twas not well done, because they trusted him, yet.

Bel. Hark you Gentlemen.

Unc. We are upon a business, pray excuse us, they have it home.

Lane. Come let it work good on Gentlemen.

[Exeunt Uncle, Lance.

Font. ’Tis true, he is a knave, I ever thought it.

Hare. And we are fools, tame fools.

Bell. Come let’s go seek him, he shall be hang’d before he colt us basely. [Exeunt.

Enter Isabella, Luce.

Isab. Art sure she loves him?

Luce. Am I sure I live? and I have clapt on such a commendation on your revenge.

Isab. Faith, he is a pretty Gentleman.

Luce. Handsome enough, and that her eye has found out.

Isa. He talks the best they say, and yet the maddest.

Luce. H’as the right way.

Isa. How is she?

Luce. Bears it well, as if she cared not, but a man may see with half an eye through all her forced behaviour, and find who is her Valentine.

Isa. Come let’s go see her, I long to prosecute.

Luce. By no means Mistress, let her take better hold first.

Isab. I could burst now. [Exeunt.