SCENE II.

_Enter_ Hylas, _and_ Thomas.

_Hyl._ I heard the doors clap; now, and't be thy will, wench. By th' Mass she comes; you are surely met fair Gentlewoman, I take it, Mistress _Doll Sebastians_ Daughter.

_Thom._ I take right, Sir; _Hylas_, are you ferretting? I'll fit you with a penny-worth presently.

_Hyl._ How dare you walk so late, sweet, so weak guarded?

_Thom._ 'Faith Sir, I do no harm, nor none I look for, Yet I am glad I have met so good a Gentleman, Against all chances; for though I never knew ye, Yet I have heard much good spoke of ye.

_Hyl._ Hark ye, What if a man should kiss ye?

_Thom._ That's no harm, Sir; 'Pray God he 'scapes my Beard, there lies the mischief.

_Hyl._ Her lips are monstrous rugged, but that surely Is but the sharpness of the weather; hark ye [once] more, And in your ear, sweet Mistress, for ye are so, And ever shall be from this hour: I have vow'd it.

_Enter_ Sebastian, _and_ Launcelot.

_Seb._ Why, that's my daughter, Rogue, dost thou not see her Kissing that fellow there, there in that corner?

_Laun._ Kissing?

_Seb._ Now, now, now they agree o'th' match too.

_Thom._ Nay then you love me not.

_Hyl._ By this white hand, _Doll_.

_Thom._ I must confess I have long desir'd your sight, Sir.

_Laun._ Why, there's the Boots still, Sir.

_Seb._ Hang Boots, Sir, Why, they'll wear Breeches too.

_Thom._ Dishonest me? Not for the World.

_Seb._ Why, now they kiss again, there I knew 'twas she, and that her crafty stealing Out the back way must needs have such a meaning.

_Laun._ I am at my small wits ends.

_Thom._ If ye mean honourably.

_Laun._ Did she ne'r beat ye before, Sir?

_Seb._ Why dost thou follow me? Thou Rascal, Slave, hast thou not twice abus'd me? Hast thou not spoil'd the Boy? by thine own Covenant, Wouldst thou not now be hang'd?

_Laun._ I think I would, Sir, But you are so impatient; does not this shew, Sir, (I do beseech ye speak, and speak with judgment, And let the case be equally consider'd) Far braver in your Daughter? in a Son now, 'Tis nothing, of no mark; every man does it, But to beget a Daughter, a man maiden, That reaches at these high exploits, is admirable; Nay, she goes far beyond him; for when durst he, But when he was drunk, do any thing to speak of? This is _Sebastian_ truly.

_Seb._ Thou sayest right, _Launce_, And there's my hand once more.

_Thom._ Not without Marriage.

_Seb._ Didst thou hear that?

_Laun._ I think she spoke of Marriage.

_Seb._ And he shall marry her, for it seems she likes him, And their first Boy shall be my heir.

_Laun._ I, marry, Now ye go right to work.

_Thom._ Fye, fie, Sir, Now I have promis'd ye this night to marry, Would ye be so intemperate? are ye a Gentleman?

_Hyl._ I have no maw to marriage, yet this Rascal Tempts me extreamly: will ye marry presently?

_Thom._ Get you afore, and stay me at the Chapel, Close by the Nunnery, there you shall find a night Priest, Little Sir _Hugh_, and he can say the Matrimony Over without Book, for we must have no company, Nor light, for fear my Father know, which must not yet be; And then to morrow night.

_Hyl._ Nothing to night, Sweet?

_Thom._ No, not a bit, I am sent of business, About my dowry, Sweet, do not spoil all now, 'Tis of much haste: I can scarce stay the marriage, Now if you love me, get you gone.

_Hyl._ You'll follow?

_Thom._ Within this hour, my sweet Chick.

_Hyl._ Kiss.

_Thom._ A Rope kiss ye, Come, come, I stand o' thorns.

_Hyl._ Methinks her mouth still Is monstrous rough, but they have ways to mend it, Farewel.

_Thom._ Farewel, I'll fit ye with a wife, Sir.

_Seb._ Come, follow close, I'll see the end she aims at, And if he be a handsome fellow, _Launcelot_, _Fiat_, 'tis done, and all my 'state is setled. [_Exeunt._