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

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

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

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_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.

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

_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_.

_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.

_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._ 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.

_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.

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