Short. I see nothing, I am asleep still, when you have done tell me, and then I’le wake Mistris.

Isab. Are you in earnest Sir, do you long to be hang’d?

Fran. Yes by my troth Lady in these fair Tresses.

Isab. Shall I call out for help?

Fran. No by no means, that were a weak trick Lady, I’le kiss, and stop your mouth.

Isab. You’l answer all these?

Fran. A thousand kisses more.

Isab. I was never abused thus, you had best give out too, that you found me willing, and say I doted on you?

Fran. That’s known already, and no man living shall now carry you from me.

Isab. This is fine i’faith.

Fran. It shall be ten times finer.

Isab. Well, seeing you are so valiant, keep your way, I will to Church.

Fran. And I will wait upon you.

Isab. And it is most likely there’s a Priest, if you dare venture as you profess, I would wish you look about you, to do these rude tricks, for you know the recompences, and trust not to my mercy.

Fran. But I will Lady.

Isab. For I’le so handle you.

Fran. That’s it I look for.

Lan. Afore thou dream.

Shor. Have you done?

Isab. Go on Sir, and follow if you dare.

Fran. If I do not, hang me.

Lan. ’Tis all thine own boy, an ’twere a million, god a mercy Sack, when would small Beer have done this?

Knocking within.  Enter Valentine.

Val. Whose that that knocks and bounces, what a Devil ails you, is hell broke loose, or do you keep an Iron mill?

Enter a Servant.

Ser. ’Tis a Gentlewoman Sir that must needs speak with you.

Val. A Gentlewoman? what Gentlewoman, what have I to do with Gentlewomen?

Ser. She will not be answered Sir.

Val. Fling up the bed and let her in, I’le try how gentle she is—­
          
                                          [Exit Servant.

This Sack has fill’d my head so full of babies, I am almost mad; what Gentlewoman should this be?  I hope she has brought me no butter print along with her to lay to my charge, if she have ’tis all one, I’le forswear it.

Enter Widow.

Wid. O you’re a noble Gallant, send off your Servant pray. [Exit Servant.

Val. She will not ravish me? by this light she looks as sharp set as a Sparrow hawk, what wouldst thou woman?

Wid. O you have used me kindly, and like a Gentleman, this is to trust to you.

Val. Trust to me, for what?

Wid. Because I said in jest once, you were a handsom man, one I could like well, and fooling, made you believe I loved you, and might be brought to marrie.