master Brisk, yes: and therefore be presently discharged,
for if he come with his actions upon you, Lord deliver you! you are in for
one half-a-score year; he kept a poor man in Ludgate once twelve year for
sixteen shillings. Where's your keeper? for love's sake call him, let him
take a bribe, and despatch you. Lord, how my heart trembles! here are no
spies, are there?

FAST. No, sweet mistress. Why are you in this passion?

FAL. O lord, master Fastidious, if you knew how I took up my husband
to-day, when he said he would arrest you; and how I railed at him that
persuaded him to it, the scholar there (who, on my conscience, loves you
now), and what care I took to send you intelligence by my brother; and how
I gave him four sovereigns for his pains: and now, how I came running out
hither without man or boy with me, so soon as I heard on't; you'd say I
were in a passion indeed. Your keeper, for God's sake! O, master Brisk,
as 'tis in 'Euphues', 'Hard is the choice, when one is compelled either by
silence to die with grief, or by speaking to live with shame'.

FAST. Fair lady, I conceive you, and may this kiss assure you, that where
adversity hath, as it were, contracted, prosperity shall not -- Od's me!
your husband.

ENTER DELIRO AND MACILENTE.
FAL. O me!

DELI. Ay! Is it thus?

MACI. Why, how now, signior Deliro! has the wolf seen you, ha? Hath
Gorgon's head made marble of you?

DELI. Some planet strike me dead!

MACI. Why, look you, sir, I told you, you might have suspected this long
afore, had you pleased, and have saved this labour of admiration now, and
passion, and such extremities as this frail lump of flesh is subject unto.
Nay, why do you not doat now, signior? methinks you should say it were
some enchantment, 'deceptio visus', or so, ha! If you could persuade
yourself it were a dream now, 'twere excellent: faith, try what you can
do, signior: it may be your imagination will be brought to it in time;
there's nothing impossible.

FAL. Sweet husband!

DELI. Out, lascivious strumpet!
[EXIT.

MACI. What! did you see how ill that stale vein became him afore, of
'sweet wife', and 'dear heart'; and are you fallen just into the same now,
with 'sweet husband'! Away, follow him, go, keep state: what! remember
you are a woman, turn impudent; give him not the head,