o not point you out
the way, drop no more Rings, she'l drop her self into you.

_Fran._ I wonder my Brother comes not.

_Lan._ Let him alone, and feed your self on your own fortunes; come
be frolick, and let's be monstrous wise and full of counsel, drop no
more Rings. [_Exeunt._

_Enter_ Widow, Fountain, Bellamore, Harebrain.

_Wid._ If you will needs be foolish you must be used so: who sent
for you? who entertained you Gentlemen? who bid you welcom hither? you
came crowding, and impudently bold; press on my patience, as if I kept a
house for all Companions, and of all sorts: will 'have your wills, will
vex me and force my liking from you I ne're ow'd you?

_Fount._ For all this we will dine with you.

_Bel._ And for all this will have a better answer from you.

_Wid._ You shall never, neither have an answer nor dinner, unless
you use me with a more staid respect, and stay your time too.

_Enter_ Isabella, Shorthose, Roger, Humphrey, Ralph, _with dishes
of meat_.

_Isab._ Forward with the meat now.

_Rog._ Come Gentlemen, march fairly.

_Short._ _Roger_, you are a weak Serving-man, your white
broath runs from you; fie, how I sweat under this Pile of Beef; an
Elephant can do more! Oh for such a back now, and in these times, what
might a man arrive at! Goose, grase you up, and Woodcock march behinde
thee, I am almost foundred.

_Wid._ Who bid you bring the meat yet? away you knaves, I will not
dine these two hours: how am I vext and chafed! go carry it back and
tell the Cook, he's an arrant Rascal, to send before I called.

_Short._ Face about Gentlemen, beat a mournfull march then, and
give some supporters, or else I perish--
[_Exeunt_ Servants.

_Isab._ It does me much good to see her chafe thus.

_Hare._ We can stay Madam, and will stay and dwell here, 'tis good
Air.

_Fount._ I know you have beds enough, and meat you never want.

_Wid._ You want a little.

_Bel._ We dare to pretend no. Since you are churlish, we'l give you
Physick, you must purge this anger, it burns you and decays you.

_Wid._ If I had you out once, I would be at the charge of a
portcullis for you.

_Enter_ Valentine.

_Val._ Good morrow noble Lady.

_Wid._ Good morrow Sir. How sweetly now he looks, and how full
manly! what slaves were these to use him so!

_Val._ I come to look a young man I call Brother.

_Wid._ Such a one was here Sir, as I remember your own Brother,