RGE. You shall, sir
[EXIT.

ENTER MACILENTE.
MACI. Where's signior Deliro?

DELI. Here, Macilente.

MACI. Hark you, sir, have you dispatch'd this same?

DELI. Ay, marry have I.

MACI. Well then, I can tell you news; Brisk is in the Counter.

DELI. In the Counter!

MACI. 'Tis true, sir, committed for the stir here to-night. Now would I
have you send your brother home afore him, with the report of this your
kindness done him, to his sister, which will so pleasingly possess her, and
out of his mouth too, that in the meantime you may clap your action on
Brisk, and your wife, being in so happy a mood, cannot entertain it ill, by
any means.

DELI. 'Tis very true, she cannot, indeed, I think.

MACI. Think! why 'tis past thought; you shall never meet the like
opportunity, I assure you.

DELI. I will do it. -- Brother, pray you go home afore (this gentleman and
I have some private business), and tell my sweet wife I'll come presently.

FUNG. I will, brother.

MACI. And, signior, acquaint your sister, how liberally, and out of his
bounty, your brother has used you (do you see?), made you a man of good
reckoning; redeem'd that you never were possest of, credit; gave you as
gentlemanlike terms as might be; found no fault with your coming behind the
fashion; nor nothing.

FUNG. Nay, I am out of those humours now.

MACI. Well, if you be out, keep your distance, and be not made a shot-clog
any more. -- Come, signior, let's make haste.
[EXEUNT.

SCENE VII. -- THE COUNTER.

ENTER FALLACE AND FASTIDIOUS BRISK.

FAL. O, master Fastidious, what pity is it to see so sweet a man as you
are, in so sour a place!
[KISSES HIM.

COR. As upon her lips, does she mean?

MIT. O, this is to be imagined the Counter, belike.

FAST. Troth, fair lady, 'tis first the pleasure of the fates, and next of
the constable, to have it so: but I am patient, and indeed comforted the
more in your kind visit.

FAL. Nay, you shall be comforted in me more than this, if you please, sir.
I sent you word by my brother, sir, that my husband laid to 'rest you this
morning; I know now whether you received it or no.

FAST. No, believe it, sweet creature, your brother gave me no such
intelligence.

FAL. O, the lord!

FAST. But has your husband any such purpose?

FAL. O, sweet