n honour of this bewty.

_Cla_. Hey day, where did you borrow this? Sir, youle beg[one]: I feele
the fitt a coming; I shall rayle instantly.

_Crac_. Baffeld before my Mrs? Death to fame! Captaine, good Captaine.

_Suc_. Pish, I doe but drill her
For you, friend; you shall have her, say your Captaine
Sayes it, whose words doe ventilate destruction
To all who do oppugn what they designe.

_Sir Gef_. Come, you shall love me.

_Cla_. I cannot choose: goe, get you home, antiquity; thinke [of]
heaven, say thy prayers often for thy old sinns and let [thy] maid diett
thee with warme broathes least some cold appoplexis sease thee before
thou art prepard.

_Sir Gef_. Madam! madam! shees in her old fitt!

_Cla_. Call her, I care not if she heare me, I councell better than your
physician: every night drinke a good cup of muscadine,[113]--you will
not have moysture left to ingender spitle to cleanse thy mouth ith
morning. Goe, set thy feath[er] right, good mooncalfe[114]: you have
your answeare.

_Sir Gef_, Contemne an old man and his feather, _Bunch_,
Ile begon, _B[unch]_.

[_Exeunt Sir Gef. and Bunch_.

_Cla_. Will you goe?--Sister, I have shakd mine off.
What stayes this nifle[115] for?

_Crac_. Nay, call me what you will, she is my prise,
And I will keepe her.--Captaine, to her Captaine.

_Suc_. You must not part thus, Mrs; here are men
Has scapd--

_Cla_. The Gallowes.

_Suc_. Ile rigg you up; although you were a Carack
I shall find tackling for you.

_Bel_. You are uncivill; pray, desist.

_Crac_. Not kisse a gentleman? a pretty ring this same:
I have a mind to it and I must have it.

_Bel_. You will not robb me of it?

_Suc_. I will intreate this glove which shall adorne
In fight my burgonett.

_Cla_. Some honest hostesse
Ere this has made a chamber pot of it.

_Crac_. It is some rivalls ring and I will have it
To weare in spight of him.

_Bel_. Helpe, Sister, helpe.

_Enter Bonvill and Grimes_.

_Bon_. She shall not neede. It is my ring the villaine desires soe
importunatly: what untuterd slave art thou that darst inforce aught
from this gentlewoman.

_Crac_. Whats that to you? you might have come before me.

_Bel_. What would you have don?

_Crac_. Entreated you againe to have come behind me.

_Bel_. O, my _Bonvill_, so happy a benefit no hand but thine could have
administred. Thou save[d]st the Jewell I esteeme next to my honour,--the
Ring thou gavest