SCENE IV.

_Enter_ Fred, Fra, Clora, _and Servant, and Maid_.

_Clara._ Be ready for I see _Fabritio_ running, And _Jacomo_ behind him.

_Enter_ Fabritio.

_Fab._ Where's the place?

_Fred._ That way _Fabritio_. [_Exit_ Fabritio.

_Enter_ Jacomo.

[Sidenote: Fred, Clor. _and Maid, lay hold on_ Jacomo.]

_Jac._ Where art thou treacher, What is the matter Sirs? Why do you hold me? I am basely wrong'd, Torture, and hell be with you; let me go.

[Sidenote: _they drag him to_ _a chair and hold_ _him down in't_.]

_Fre._ Good _Jac._ be patient, and but hear What I can say, you know I am your friend, If you yet doubt it, by my soul I am.

_Jac._ S'death stand away; I would my breath were poyson.

_Fred._ As I have life, that which was thrown on you, And this now done, were but to draw you hither For causes weighty, that concern your self, Void of all malice, which this Maid my Sister Shall tell you.

_Jac._ Puh, a pox upon you all; you will not hold me For ever here, and till you let me go, I'le talk no more.

_Fran._ As you're a Gentleman Let not this boldness make me be believ'd To be immodest; if there were a way More silently to be acquainted with you, God knows, that I would choose, but as it is Take it in plainness: I do love you more Than you do your content, if you refuse To pity me, I'le never cease to weep, And when mine eyes be out I will be told How fast the tears I shed for you do fall, And if they do not flow abundantly, I'le fetch a sigh shall make 'em start, and leap, As if the fire were under.

_Jac._ Fine mocking, fine mocking.

_Fred._ Mocking? look how she weeps.

_Jac._ Do's she counterfeit crying too?

_Fred._ Behold how the tears flow, or pity her Or never more be call'd a man.

_Jac._ How's this? soft you, soft you my Masters: is't possible think you, She should be in earnest?

_Clo._ Earnest? I in earnest: she's a fool to break so many sleeps, That would have been sound ones, & venture such a fane, and So much life, for e're an humorous asse i'th' world.

_Fra._ Why _Clora_? I have known you cry as much For _Julio_, that has not half his worth, All night you write and weep too much I fear, I do but what I should.

_Clora._ If I do write, I am answer'd _Frank_.

_Fran._ I would I might be so.

_Jac._ Good _Frederick_ let me go, I would fain try If that thing do not counterfeit.

_Fred._ Give me your Sword then.

_Jac._ No, but take my word, As I am man, I will not hurt a creature Under this roof, before I have deliver'd My self, as I am now, into your hands, Or have your full consent.

_Fred._ It is enough.

_Ja._ Gentlewoman, I pray you let me feel your face; I am an Infidel, if she do not weep: Stay, where's my handkerchief? I'le wipe the old wet off, fresh tears come, pox on't I am a handsom, gracious fellow amongst women, and Knew't not Gentlewoman; how should I know these tears are For me? is not your Mother dead?

_Fran._ By heaven they are for you.

_Jac._ 'Slight I'le have my head curl'd, and powder'd tomorrow By break of day; if you love me, I pray you kiss me, For if I love you, it shall be such love, as I will not be Asham'd of, if this be a mock-- [_kisses._ It is the heartiest, and the sweetest mock That e're I tasted, mock me so again-- [_kiss again._

_Fred._ Fy _Jacomo_? why do you let her kneel So long?

_Jac._ It's true I had forgot it-- [_lifts her up._ And should have done this twelve-moneth; pray you rise. _Frederick_, if I could all this while have been perswaded she could Have lov'd me, dost thou think I had not rather kiss her Than another should? and yet you may gull me for ought I know, but if you do, hell take me if I do not cut All your throats sleeping.

_Fred._ Oh do not think of such a thing.

_Jac._ Otherwise, if she be in earnest, the short is I am.

_Fran._ Alas, I am.

_Jac._ And I did not think it possible any woman Could have lik'd this face, it's good for nothing, is't?

_Clor._ Yes it's worth forty shillings to pawn, being lin'd almost quite Through with velvet.

_Fran._ 'Tis better than your _Julio's_.

_Jac._ Thou thinkest so, But otherwise, in faith it is not _Frank_--

[_whilst_ Jacomo _is kissing_ Frank.

_Enter_ Fabritio.

_Fab._ Hist _Jacomo_; How do'st thou Boy? ha?

_Jac._ Why very well, I thank you Sir.

_Fab._ Do'st thou perceive the reason of matters, and passages Yet Sirrah, or no?

_Jac._ 'Tis wondrous good Sir.

_Fab._ I have done simply for you, but now you are beaten to some Understanding, I pray you dally not with the Gentlewoman But dispatch your Matrimony, with all convenient speed.

_Fred._ He gives good counsel.

_Jac._ And I will follow it.

_Fab._ And I you, prethee do not take it unkindly, For trust me I boxt thee for thy advancement, A foolish desire I had to joggle thee into preferment.

_Jac._ I apprehend you Sir, and if I can study out a course How a bastinadoing may any wayes raise your fortunes In the State, you shall be sure on't.

_Fab._ Oh Sir keep your way, God send you much joy.

_Clora._ And me my _Julio_. O God I hear his voyce, now he is true, Have at a marriage _Frank_, as soon as you-- [_Exeunt all but_ Fred.

_Enter a Messenger._

_Mess._ Sir I would speak with you.

_Fred._ What is your has[t]y business friend?

_Mess._ The Duke commands your present attendance at Court.

_Fred._ The cause?

_Mess._ I know not in particular; but this Many are sent for more, about affairs Forraign I take it Sir.

_Fred._ I will be there Within this hour, return my humble service.

_Mess._ I will Sir. [_Exit Messenger._

_Fred._ Farewel friend, what new's with you?

_Enter a Servant_.

_Ser._ My Mistris would desire you Sir to follow With all the hast you can, she is gone to Church, To marry Captain _Jacomo_, and _Julio_ To do as much for the young merry Gentlewoman, Fair Mistris _Clora_.

_Fred. Julio_ marry _Clora_? Thou art deceiv'd I warrant thee.

_Ser._ No sure Sir, I saw their lips as close upon the bargain As Cockles.

_Fred._ Give 'em joy, I cannot now go, The Duke hath sent for me in hast.

_Ser._ This note Sir, when you are free, will bring you where they are.

[_Ex._

_Fred. reads._ You shall find us all at Signeur _Angelo's_, Where _Piso_, and the worthy _Leila_ Of famous memory are to be married, And we not far behind. Would I had time To wonder at this last couple in hell.

_Enter Messenger again._

_Mess._ You are stai'd for Sir.

_Fred._ I come, pray God the business Hold me not from this sport, I would not lose it. [_Exeunt._