at weigh an ounce, with coment,
And after that in verse your Affidavit
That you do wish us joy, and I discharge you.

_De_. Tis tyme I were at study then.

_Cou_. About e'm:
Your double congey and depart with silence. [_Exit Device_.
Now prethe tell me who reported I
Had wrong'd a Ladie? Wast not thy revenge
To make me angrie?

_Sis_. Twas, indeed. Now tell me:
Why at the first approach seem'd you so modest?
You have confidence to spare now.

_Cou_. Troth I came not
With any wooing purpose; only to please
My Uncle, and try thy witt; and that converted me.

_Enter Thomas_.

_Tho_. Did you see my Master, Captaine _Underwit_?

_Cou_. Yes, hee's talking with the priest and Mistris _Dorothy_.

_Tho_. Her fathers footman was here; she is a knights daughter
And heire, but she does not know it yet.

_Sis_. I thinke so.

_Cou_. Where's my Uncle.

_Tho_. A mile ons way to _London_ by this tyme with
Sir _Richard_. I long to see my Master. [_Exit_.

_Cou_. Wee shall want companie to dance.

_Enter Ladie_.

_Sis_. My Sister.

_Cou_. If you please, Madam, you may call me Brother:
We have been at 'I _John_ take the _Elizabeth_'.
A possett and foure naked thighes a bed
To night will bid faire earnest for a boy, too.

_Sis_. Tis even so; Madam, the preist has done it.

_La_. May then all joyes attend you; if this had
Been knowne, it might have staid Sir _Richard_ and
Your Uncle one day more.

_Enter Underwit, Dorothy, Captaine, Thomas_.

_Un_. Come for another Couple.

_Tho_. In hell[277]; my Master is married.

_La_. My husband left some letters and a token
Was sent you Mistris _Dorothy_. You did ill
To obscure your selfe so much; you shall not want
Hereafter all respects that may become you.

_Do_. Madam, I know not what you meane.

_Cap_. She wonot take it upon her yet.

_Un_. Theres the sport.

_Enter Device_.

_De_. Oh, Madam, newes, ill newes, an accident
Will blast all your mirth: Sir _Francis_--

_Cou: La_. What of him?

_De_. Has brooke--

_Cou_. His neck?

_De_. You guest very neere it, but his shoulder
Has sav'd that joynt. A fall from's horse, they say,
Hath much endanger'd him.

_Cou_. My Uncle hurt! [_Exit_.

_La_. He has kept his word; now if he but counterfeit handsomely.

_Un_. Mounsier _Device_, I must entreat a Courtesie; you have wit, and
I would have a Masque to entertaine my new father-in-law Sir _Walter
Littleland_. Mistres _Dorothy_, n