SCENE V.

_Enter_ Hylas, _and_ Sam.

_Sam._ Where hast thou been, man?

_Hyl._ Is there ne'r a shop open? I'll give thee a pair of Gloves, _Sam_.

_Sam._ What's the matter?

_Hyl._ What dost thou think?

_Sam._ Thou art not married?

_Hyl._ By th' mass but I am, all to be married, I am i'th' order now, _Sam_.

_Sam._ To whom prithee? I thought there was some such trick in't, you stole from me, But who, for Heavens sake?

_Hyl._ Ev'n the sweetest woman, The rarest Woman, _Samuel_, and the lustiest, But wondrous honest, honest as the ice, Boy, Not a bit before hand, for my life, Sirrah, And of a lusty kindred.

_Sam._ But who, _Hylas_?

_Hyl._ The young Gentleman and I are like to be friends again, The fates will have it so.

_Sam._ Who, Monsieur _Thomas_?

_Hyl._ All wrongs forgot.

_Sam._ O now I smell ye, _Hylas_; Does he know of it?

_Hyl._ No there's the trick I owe him; 'Tis done, Boy, we are fast 'faith, my Youth now Shall know I am aforehand, for his qualities.

_Sam._ Is there no trick in't?

_Hyl._ None, but up and ride, Boy: I have made no Joynture neither, there I have paid him.

_Sam._ She's a brave wench.

_Hyl._ She shall be as I'll use her, And if she anger me, all his abuses I'll clap upon her Cassock.

_Sam._ Take heed, _Hylas_.

_Hyl._ 'Tis past that, _Sam_, come, I must meet her presently, And now shalt see me a most glorious Husband.

[_Exeunt._