SCENE IV.

_+Bright+, +Newcut+._

+Bright.+ But are you sure they're they?

+New.+ I'll not believe My treacherous eyes again, but trust some dog To guide me, if I did not see his uncle Coming this way, and Bannswright with him.

+Bright.+ Who? The fellow that brings love to banns, and banns To bare thighs 'bout the town?

+New.+ The very same, sir; The City-Cupid, that shoots arrows betwixt Party and party. All the difference is, He has his eyes, but they he brings together Sometimes do not see one another, till They meet i' th' church.

+Bright.+ What say you now, if Warehouse Should in displeasure marry?

+New.+ 'Tis so; this fellow In's company confirms me. 'Tis the very business, Why Plotwell has sent for us.

+Bright.+ Here they come: Prythee, let's stand and overhear 'em.

+New.+ Stand close, then.