an Ass, a Dog.

_Lam._ Take your revenges,
You know my Husbands wrongs and your own losses.

_Anab._ A brave man, an admirable brave man;
Well, well, I would not be so tryed again;
A very handsome proper Gentleman.

_Cler._ Will you let me lye by her but one hour more,
And then hang me?

_Din._ We wait your malice, put your swords home bravely,
You have reason to seek bloud.

_Lam._ Not as you are noble.

_Cham._ Hands off, and give them liberty, only disarm 'em.

_Beaup._ We have done that already.

_Cham._ You are welcome, Gentlemen,
I am glad my house has any pleasure for you,
I keep a couple of Ladies here, they say fair,
And you are young and handsome, Gentlemen;
Have you any more mind to Wenches?

_Cler._ To be abus'd too? Lady, you might have help'd this.

_Ana._ Sir now 'tis past, but 't may be I may stand
Your friend hereafter, in a greater matter.

_Cler._ Never whilst you live.

_Ana._ You cannot tell--now, Sir, a parting hand.

_Cler._ Down and Roses:
Well I may live to see you again. A dull Rogue,
No revelation in thee.

_Lam._ Were you well frighted?
Were your fitts from the heart, of all colds and colours?
That's all your punishment.

_Cler._ It might have been all yours,
Had not a block-head undertaken it.

_Cham._ Your swords you must leave to these Gentlemen.

_Verd._ And now, when you dare fight,
We are on even Ice again.

_Din._ 'Tis well:
To be a Mistris, is to be a monster,
And so I leave your house, and you for ever.

_Lam._ Leave your wild lusts, and then you are a master.

_Cham._ You may depart too.

_Cler._ I had rather stay here.

_Cham._ Faith we shall fright you worse.

_Cler._ Not in that manner,
There's five hundred Crowns, fright me but so again.

_Din._ Come _Cleremont_, this is the hour of fool.

_Cler._ Wiser the next shall be or we'll to School. [_Exeunt._

_Champ._ How coolly these hot gallants are departed!
Faith Cousin, 'twas unconscionably done,
To lye so still, and so long.

_Anab._ 'Twas your pleasure,
If 'twere a fault, I may hereafter mend.

_Champ._ O my best Wife,
Take now what course thou wilt, and lead what life.

_Lam._ The more trust you commit, the more care still,
Goodness and vertue shall attend my will.

_Cham._ Let's laugh this night out now, and count our gains.
We have our honours home, and they their pains. [_Exeunt omnes._

_Actus Quartus. Scena Prima._

_Enter_ Cleremont, Dinant.

_Din.