eye, bids me believe
and love you.

ILF. O, seal it with a kiss. Bless'd hour! my life had never joy till
this.

_Enter_ WENTLOE _and_ BARTLEY _beneath_.

BAR. Hereabout is the house, sure.

WEN. We cannot mistake it; for here's the sign of the Wolf, and the
bay-window.

_Enter_ BUTLER _above_.

BUT. What, so close? 'Tis well I have shifted away your uncles,
mistress. But see the spite of Sir Francis! if yon same couple of
smell-smocks, Wentloe and Bartley, have not scented after us.

ILF. A pox on them! what shall we do then, butler?

BUT. What, but be married straight, man?

ILF. Ay, but how, butler?

BUT. Tut, I never fail at a dead lift; for, to perfect your bliss, I
have provided you a priest.

ILF. Where? prythee, butler, where?

BUT. Where but beneath in her chamber? I have filled his hands with
coin, and he shall tie you fast with words; he shall close your hands in
one, and then do clap yourself into her sheets, and spare not.

ILF. O sweet!

[_Exit_ ILFORD _with_ SCARBOROW'S SISTER.[415]

BUT. Down, down, 'tis the only way for you to get up.
Thus in this task for others' good I toil,
And she, kind gentlewoman, weds herself,
Having been scarcely woo'd, and ere her thoughts
Have learn'd to love him that, being her husband,
She may relieve her brothers in their wants;
She marries him to help her nearest kin:
I make the match, and hope it is no sin.

WEN. 'Sfoot, it is scurvy walking for us so near the two Counters; would
he would come once!

BAR. Mass, he's yonder: now, Butler.

BUT. O gallants, are you here? I have done wonders for you, commended
you to the gentlewomen who, having taken note of your good legs and good
faces, have a liking to you; meet me beneath.

BOTH. Happy butler.

BUT. They are yours, and you are theirs; meet me beneath, I say.

[_Exeunt_ WENTLOE _and_ BARTLEY.

By this they are wed; ay, and perhaps have bedded.
Now follows whether, knowing she is poor,
He'll swear he lov'd her, as he swore before.

[_Exit_ BUTLER.

ACT V.

_Enter_ ILFORD _with_ SCARBOROW'S SISTER.

ILF. Ho, sirrah, who would have thought it? I perceive now a woman may
be a maid, be married, and lose her maidenhead, and all in half an hour.
And how dost like me now, wench?

SIS. As doth befit your servant and your wife,
That owe you love and duty all my life.

ILF. And there shall be no love lost, nor serv