SCENE V.

[_Manet +Warehouse+._] _Enter +Seathrift+, +Mistress Seathrift+, +Mistress Holland+, +Mistress Scruple+._

+Mis. Sea.+ Much joy to you, sir; you have made quick despatch. I like a man that can love, woo, and wed, All in an hour. My husband was so long A-getting me; so many friends' consents Were to be ask'd, that when we came to church, 'Twas not a marriage, but our times were out, And we were there made free of one another.

+Mis. Hol.+ I look'd to find you abed and a young sheriff Begot by this. My husband, when I came From church, by this time had his caudle: I Had not a garter left, nor he a point.

+Mis. Scr.+ Surely, all that my husband did the first Night we were married, was to call for one Of his wrought caps more to allay his rheum.

+Mis. Hol.+ We hear y' have match'd a courtier, sir: a gallant: One that can spring fire in your blood, and dart Fresh flames into you.

+Mis. Sea.+ Sir, you are not merry: Methinks you do not look as you were married.

+Mis. Hol.+ You rather look as you had lost your love.

+Mis. Scr.+ Or else, as if your spouse, sir, had rebuk'd you.

+Sea.+ How is it, sir? You see I have brought along My fiddlers with me; my wife and Mistress Holland Are good wind-instruments. 'Tis enough for me To put on sadness.

+Ware.+ You, sir, have no cause.

+Sea.+ Not I! Ask Mistress Scruple. I have lost My daughter, sir: she's stol'n. Then, sir, I have A spendthrift to my son.

+Ware.+ These are felicities Compar'd to me. You have not match'd a whore, sir, Nor lost two ships at sea.

+Sea.+ Nor you, I hope?

+Ware.+ Truth is, you are my friends; I am abus'd, Grossly fetch'd over. I have match'd a stew, The notedst woman o' th' town.

+Mis. Sea.+ Indeed, I heard She was a chambermaid.

+Mis. Hol.+ And they by their place Do wait upon the lady, but belong Unto the lord.

+Sea.+ But is this true?

+Ware.+ Here was My nephew just now, and one Roseclap, who tell me She has three children living; one dapple-grey, Half Moor, half English: knows as many men As she that sinned by th' calendar, and divided The nights o' th' year with several men.

+Sea.+ Bless me, goodness!

+Ware.+ Then, like a man condemned to all misfortunes, I have estated her in all I have.

+Sea.+ How!

+Ware.+ Under hand and seal, sir, irrecoverably.