SCENE II.

_Enter_ Sebastian, _and_ Dorothy.

_Seb._ Never perswade me, I will marry again, What should I leave my state to, Pins and Poaking-sticks, To Farthingals, and frownces? to fore-horses And an old Leather Bawdy house behind 'em, To thee?

_Dor._ You have a Son, Sir.

_Seb._ Where, what is he? Who is he like?

_Dor._ Your self.

_Seb._ Thou lyest, thou hast marr'd him, Thou, and thy prayer books: I do disclaim him: Did not I take him singing yesternight A godly Ballad, to a godly tune too, And had a Catechism in's pocket, Damsel, One of your dear disciples, I perceive it? When did he ride abroad since he came over? What Tavern has he us'd to? what things done That shews a man, and mettle? when was my house At such a shame before, to creep to bed At ten a clock, and twelve, for want of company? No singing, nor no dancing, nor no drinking? Thou think'st not of these scandals; when, and where Has he but shew'd his sword of late?

_Dor._ Despair not I do beseech you, Sir, nor tempt your weakness, For if you like it so, I can assure you He is the same man still.

_Seb._ Would thou wert ashes On that condition; but believe it Gossip You shall know you have wrong'd.

_Dor._ You never, Sir, So well I know my duty: and for Heaven sake, Take but this counsel with ye ere you marry, You were wont to hear me: take him, and confess him, Search him to the quick, and if you find him false, Do as you please; a Mothers name I honour.

_Seb._ He is lost, and spoil'd, I am resolv'd my roof Shall never harbour him: and for you Minion I'le keep you close enough, lest you break loose, And do more mischief; get ye in: who waits? [_Exit_ Dor.

_Enter Servant._

_Ser._ Do you call, Sir?

_Seb._ Seek the Boy: and bid him wait My pleasure in the morning: mark what house He is in, and what he does: and truly tell me.

_Ser._ I will not fail, Sir.

_Seb._ If ye do, I'le hang ye. [_Exeunt._