SCENE III.

_Enter_ Frederick, Frank, Clora.

_Clora._ She loves him too much, that's the plain truth _Frederick_, For which if I might be believ'd, I think her A strange forgetter of her self; there's _Julio_, Or twenty more----

_Fred._ In your eye I believe you, But credit me the Captain is a man, Lay but his rough affections by, as worthy.

_Clara._ So is a resty Jade a horse of service, If he would leave his nature; give me one By your leave Sir to make a husband of Not to be wean'd, when I should marry him; Me thinks a man is misery enough.

_Fred._ You are too bitter, I would not have him worse. Yet I shall see you hamper'd one day Lady, I do not doubt it, for this heresie.

_Clo._ I'le burn before; come pre'thee leave this sadness; This walking by thy self to see the Devil, This mumps, this Lachrymæ, this love in sippets; It fits thee like a French-hood.

_Fra._ Does it so? I am sure it fits thee to be ever talking, And nothing to the purpose, take up quickly; Thy wit will founder of all four else wench, If thou hold'st this pace; take up when I bid thee.

_Clora._ Before your Brother, fy?

_Fred._ I can endure it.

_Enter_ Jacomo.

_Clo._ Here's Raw-head come again; Lord how he looks! Pray we 'scape with broken pates.

_Fra._ Were I he, Thou should'st not want thy wish, he has been drinking, Has he not _Frederick_?

_Fred._ Yes, but do not find it.

_Clor._ Peace and let's hear his wisdom.

_Fred._ You will mad him.

_Jac._ I am somewhat bold, but that's all one.

_Clor._ A short and pithy saying of a Souldier.

_Fra._ A[s] I live Thou art a strange mad wench.

_Clor._ To make a Parson.

_Jac._ Ladyes I mean to kiss ye.

_Clora._ How he wipes his mouth like a young Preacher; We shall have it.

_Jac._ In order as you lye before me; first I'le begin with you.

_Fra._ With me Sir?

_Jac._ Yes.

_Fra._ If you will promise me to kiss in ease, I care not if I venture.

_Jac._ I will kiss according to mine own inventions As I shall see cause; sweetly I would wish you, I love ye.

_Fra._ Do you Sir?

_Jac._ Yes indeed do I, Would I could tell you how.

_Fra._ I would you would Sir.

_Jac._ I would to Heaven I could, but 'tis sufficient, I love you with my heart.

_Fra._ Alas poor heart.

_Jac._ And I am sorry; but we'l talk of that Hereafter, if it please Heaven.

_Fra._ Ev'n when you will Sir.

_Clor._ He's dismal drunk, would he were muzled.

_Jac._ You I take it are the next.

_Fra._ Go to him fool.

_Clor._ Not I, he will bite me.

_Jac._ When wit? when?

_Clor._ Good Captain.

_Jac._ Nay, and you play bo-peep; I'le ha' no mercy But catch as catch may.

_Fred._ Nay, I'le not defend ye.

_Clor._ Good Captain do not hurt me, I am sorry That e're I anger'd ye.

_Jac._ I'le tew you for't By this hand wit, unless you kiss discreetly.

_Clor._ No more Sir.

_Jac._ Yes a little more sweet wit, One tast more o' your office: go thy wayes With thy small kettle Drums; upon my conscience Thou art the best, that e're man laid his leg o'er.

_Clor._ He smells just like a Cellar, Fye upon him.

_Jac._ Sweet Lady now to you.

_Clor._ For loves sake kiss him.

_Fred._ I shall not keep my countenance.

_Fra._ Trye pre'thee.

_Jac._ Pray be not coy sweet woman, for I'le kiss ye, I am blunt But you must pardon me.

_Clor._ O God, my sides.

_All._ Ha, ha, ha, ha.

_Jac._ Why ha, ha, ha? why laugh? Why all this noise sweet Ladyes?

_Clor._ Lusty _Laurence_, See what a Gentlewoman you have saluted; Pray God she prove not quick.

_Fred._ Where were thine eyes To take me for a woman? ha, ha, ha.

_Jac._ Who art 'a, art 'a mortal?

_Fred._ I am _Frederick_.

_Jac._ Then _Frederick_ is an Asse, A scurvy _Frederick_ to laugh at me.

_Fra._ Sweet Captain.

_Jac._ Away woman; Go stitch and serve, [God,] I despise thee woman, And _Frederick_ shall be beaten; 'Sfut ye Rogue Have you none else to make your puppies of, but me?

_Fred._ I pre'thee be more patient There's no hurt done.

_Jac._ 'Sfut but there shall be, Scab.

_Clor._ Help, help for loves sake.

_Fra._ Who's within there?

_Fred._ So now you have made a fair hand.

_Jac._ Why?

_Fred._ You have kill'd me-- [_Fall as kill'd._

_Clor._ Call in some Officers, and stay the Captain.

_Jac._ You shall not need.

_Clor._ This is your drunkenness.

_Fra._ O me, unhappy Brother, _Frederick_, Look but upon me, do not part so from me, Set him a little higher, he is dead.

_Clora._ O villain, villain.

_Enter_ Fabritio, _and Servants_.

_Fab._ How now what's the matter?

_Fra._ O Sir my Brother! O my dearest Brother!

_Clor._ This drunken trowgh has kill'd him.

_Fab._ Kill'd him?

_Clor._ Yes. For Heavens sake hang him quickly, he will do Ev'ry day such a murder else, there is nothing But a strong Gallows that can make him quiet, I finde it in his nature too late.

_Fab._ Pray be quiet, Let me come to him.

_Clor._ Some go for a Surgeon.

_Fra._ O what a wretched woman has he made me! Let me alone good Sir.

_Fab._ To what a fortune, Hast thou reserv'd thy life!

_Ja. Fabritio._

_Fab._ Never entreat me, for I will not know thee, Nor utter one word for thee, unless it be To have thee hang'd; for Heaven sake be more temperate.

_Jac._ I have a sword still, and I am a villain.

_Clor. &c._ Hold, hold, hold.

_Jac._ Ha?

_Clor._ Away with him for Heavens sake He's too desperate for our enduring.

_Fab._ Come, you shall sleep, come strive not I'le have it so, here take him to his lodging, and See him laid before you part. [_Exeunt_ Jac. _with Ser_.

_Serv._ We will Sir.

_Fred._ Ne're wonder, I am living yet, and well, I thank you Sister for your grief, pray keep it Till I am fitter for it.

_Fab._ Do you live Sir?

_Fred._ Yes, but 'twas time to counterfeit, he was grown To such a madness in his wine.

_Fab._ 'Twas well Sir, You had that good respect unto his temper, That no worse follow'd.

_Fred._ If I had stood him, certain one of us must have perish'd. How now _Frank_?

_Fra._ Beshrew my heart I tremble like an aspin.

_Clor._ Let him come here no more for Heavens sake Unless he be in chains.

_Fra._ I would fain see him After he has slept, _Fabritio_, but to try How he will be; chide him, and bring him back.

_Clor._ You'l never leave till you be worried with him.

_Fra._ Come Brother, we'l walk in, and laugh a little To get this Fever off me.

_Clor._ Hang him squib, Now could I grind him into priming powder.

_Fra._ Pray will you leave your fooling?

_Fab._ Come, all friends.

_Fra._ Thou art enough to make an age of men so, Thou art so cross and peevish.

_Fab._ I will chide him, And if he be not graceless, make him cry for't.

_Clor._ I would go a mile (to see him cry) in slippers He would look so like a whey cheese.

_Fra._ Would we might see him once more.

_Fab._ If you dare Venture a second tryal of his temper I make no doubt to bring him.

_Clor._ No, good _Frank_, Let him alone, I see his vein lyes only For falling out at Wakes and Bear-baitings, That may express him sturdy.

_Fab._ Now indeed You are too sharp sweet Sister, for unless It be this sin, which is enough to drown him, I mean this sowrness, he's as brave a fellow, As forward, and as understanding else As any he that lives.

_Fra._ I do believe you, And good Sir when you see him, if we have Distasted his opinion any way, Make peace again.

_Fab._ I will: I'le leave ye Ladies.

_Clor._ Take heed you had best, h'as sworn to pay you else.

_Fab._ I warrant you, I have been often threatned.

_Clor._ When he comes next, I'le have the cough or tooth-ach, Or something that shall make me keep my chamber, I love him so well.

_Fra._ Would you would keep your tongue. [_Exeunt._