Mor. By St. Mary,

She shall have absolution then and penance;

But not above her carriage.

Petron. Get you in, fool!

[Exit Mor.

Bianco. Here comes the other too.

Enter Rowland and Tranio.

Petron. Now, Tranio!

Good ev'n to you too! and you're welcome.
Rowl. Thank you.

Petron. I have a certain daughter-
Rowl. Would you had, sir!

Petron. No doubt you know her well-
Rowl. Nor never shall, sir:

She is a woman; and the ways unto her
Are like the finding of a certain path
After a deep-fall'n snow.

Petron. Well, that's by th' bye still.
This daughter that I tell you of is fall'n
A little crop-sick, with the dangerous surfeit

She took of your affection.

Rowl. Mine, sir?

Petron. Yes, sir:

[night

At a great christning once, That spoil'd his camblet breeches; and one I strew'd the stairs with pease, as he pass'd down; [for't!) And the good gentleman, (woe worth me Ev'n with his reverend head, this head of wisdorn,

Told two and twenty stairs, good and true,
Miss'd not a step, and as we say, verbatim
Fell to the bottoin, broke his casting-bottle,
Lost a fair toad-stone of some eighteen shil-
lings,

Jumbled his joints together, had two stools,
And was translated. All this villainy
Did I; I, Livia; I alone, untaught.
Mor. And I, unask'd, forgive it.
Livia. Where's Bianca?
Bianca. Here, cousin.
Livia. Give me drink.
Bianca. There.

To shift his sails too; 'tis for his more ad

vancement:

Alas, we might have beggar'd one another; We are young both, and a world of children Might have been left behind to curse our follies;

We had been undone, Bianca, had we married,
Undone for ever. I confess I lov'd him
(I care not who shall know it) most entirely;
And once, upon my conscience, he lov'd me:
But farewell that! we must be wiser, cousin;
Love must not leave us to the world. Have
you done?

Rowl. Yes, and am ready to subscribe.
Livia. Pray stay then.

Give me the papers, (and let me peruse them)
And so much time as may afford a tear

At our last parting.

Punca. Pray retire, and leave her;

I'll call ye presently.

Petron. Come, gentlemen;

The shower must fall.

Roat. 'Would I had never seen her!

[Exeunt.
Bianca. Thou hast done bravely, wench.
Livia. Pray Ileav'n, it prove so
so!
Bianca. There are the other papers: when
they come,

Begin you first, and let the rest subscribe
Hard by your side; give 'em as little light
As drapers do their wares.

Linie. Didst mark Moroso,

[most

In what an agony he was? and how he cried When i abus'd him most?

Bianca. That was but reason.

Livia. Oh, what a stinking thief is this! Tho' I was but to counterfeit, he made me Directly sick indeed: Thames-strect, to him, Is a mere pomander.

Bianca. Let him be hang'd!
Livia. Amen!

Bianca. And lie you still;

And once more to your business!

Livia. Call 'em in.

Now, if there be a power that pities lovers,
Help now, and hear my prayers!
Enter Petronius, Rowland, Tranio, and
Moroso.

[go to her.

Petron. Is she ready?
Bianca. Sh'has done her lamentations: pray
Livia. Rowland, come near me; and, be-
fore you seal,
[me!

Give me your hand: take it again; now kiss
This is the last acquaintance we must have!
I wish you ever happy! There's the paper.
Rowl. Pray stay a little!

Petron. Let me never live more,
But I do begin to pity this young fellow;
How heartily he weeps!

Bianca. There's pen and ink, sir.

Liria. Ev'n here, I pray you: 'tis a little

emblem

How near you have been to me,

Rowl. There.

Tra. You are.

Rowl. Am I in health?
Tra. As far as I conceive.
Rowl. Was I with Livia?

Tra. You were, and had this contract,
Rowl. And shall I enjoy her?
Tra. Yes, if you dare.
Rowl. Swear to all these.
Tra. I will.

[conscience,

Rowl. As thou art honest, as thou hast a As that may wring thee if thou liest; all these To be no vision, but a truth, and serious! Tra. Then, by my honesty, and faith, and All this is certain. [conscience,

Rowl. Let's remove our places38. Swear it again.

Tra. By Heaven, it is true. [I'm glad on't. Rowl. I have lost then, and Heaven knows Let's go; and tell me all, and tell me how, For yet I am a Pagan in't.

Tra. I have a priest too;

And all shall come as even as two testers.

SCENE IV.

[Exeunt.

Your stubborn and unworthy way has kill'd Ere he could reach the sea: if you can weep, Now you have cause; begin, and after death Do something yet to th' world, to think you honest.

So many tears had sav'd him, shed in time; And as they are (so a good mind go with’em) Yet they may move compassion.

Maria. Pray ye all hear me,

And judge me as I am, not as you covet, For that would make me yet more miserable: 'Tis true, I've cause to grieve, and mighty

Petron. Dost thou not shame?

Maria. I do, and e'en to water, [simple, To think what this man was; to think how How far below a man, how far from reason, From common understanding, and all gentry, While he was living here, he walk'd amongst

us.

He had a happy turn, he died! I'll tell ye, These are the wants I weep for, not his per

son;

The memory of this man, had he liv'd

But two years longer, had begot more follies,
Than wealthy autumn flies. But let him rest.
He was a fool, and farewell he! not pitied,
I mean in way of life, or action,
By any understanding man that's honest,
But only in's posterity, which I,

Out of the fear his ruins might out-live him
In some bad issue, like a careful woman,
Like one indeed born only to preserve him,
Denied him means to raise.

- Petru. Unbutton me!

Oh, God, I die indeed else!-Oh, Maria,
Oh, my unhappiness, my misery! [he perish,
Petron. Go to him, whore! By Heaven, if
I'll see thee hang'd myself!

Petru. Why, why, Maria

Maria. I've done my worst, and have my end forgive me! [I've tam'd you, From this hour make me what you please: And now a vow'd your servant. Look not strangely, [me? Nor fear what I say to you. Dare you kise Thus I begin my new love. Petru. Once again!

Maria. With all my heart.
Petru. Once again, Maria!

Oh, gentlemen, I know not where I am. Soph. Get ye to bed then; there you'll quickly know, sir.

Petru. Never no more your old tricks?
Maria. Never, sir.
[a faith,

Petru. You shall not need; for, as I have No cause shall give occasion.

Maria. As I am honest,

And as I am a maid yet, all my life
From this hour, since you make so free pro-

fession,

I dedicate in service to your pleasure. Soph. Ay, marry, this goes roundly off! Petru. Go, Jaques,

[ney, Get all the best meat may be bought for moAnd let the hogsheads blood: I'm born again! Well, little England, when I see a husband Of any other nation, stern or jealous, I'll wish him but a woman of thy breeding; And if he have not butter to his bread

J. N.

Rowl. I have done, sir,

That that will serve the turn, I think.
Petru. A match then!

I'll be the maker-up of this. Moroso,
There's now no remedy, you see: be willing;
For be, or be not, he must have the wench.

Mor. Since I am over-reach'd, let's in to
And, if I can, I'll drink't away. [dinner;
Tra. That's well said! [trick: look to't,
Petron. Well, sirrah, you have play'd a
And let me be a grandsire within this twelve-
month,
[tunes!
Or, by this hand, I'll curtail half your for-
Rowl. There shall not want my labour, sir.
Here's one has undertaken. [Your money

Tra. Well, I'll trust her;
And glad I have so good a pawn.

Rowl. I'll watch you. [and be jovial!
Petru. Let's in, and drink of all hands,
I have my colt again, and now she carries:
And, gentlemen, whoever marries next,
Let him be sure he keep him to his text.
[Exeunt.