_Jul._ Thou shalt go, I must needs have thee as a witness with me Of my repentance; as thou lov'st me go.
_Ang._ Well I will go, since you will have it so, But if I prove a fool too, look to have me Curse you continually, and fearfully.
_Jul._ And if thou seest me fall again, good _Angelo_ Give me thy counsel quickly lest I perish.
_Ang._ Pray Heaven I have enough to save my self, For as I have a soul, I had rather venture Upon a savage Island, than this woman. [_Exeunt._
_Fath._ From whom Sir, comes this bounty? for I think You are mistaken.
_Serv._ No Sir, 'tis to you I am sure my Mistris sent it.
_Fath._ Who's your Mistris, That I may give her thanks?
_Fath._ The vertuous widow Sir? I know none such: Pray what's her name?
_Fath._ I knew you err'd, 'Tis not to me I warrant ye; there Sir, Carry it to those she feeds fat with such favours, I am a stranger to her.
_Serv._ Good Sir take it, And if you will, I'le swear she sent it to you, For I am sure mine eye never went off ye Since you forsook the Gentlemen you talk'd with Just at her door.
_Fath._ Indeed I talkt with two Within this half hour in the street.
_Serv._ 'Tis you Sir, And none but you I am sent to: wiser men Would have been thankful sooner, and receiv'd it, 'Tis not a fortune every man can brag of, And from a woman of her excellence.
_Fa._ Well Sir, I am Catechiz'd; what more belongs to't?
_Serv._ This only Sir; she would intreat you come This evening to her without fail.
_Fath._ Sir I have a tongue else. [_Exit Ser._ She is down-right Devil; or else my wants And her disobedience have provok't her To look into her foul self, and be sorry. I wonder how she knew me? I had thought I had been the same to all, I am to them That chang'd me thus: Heaven pardon me for lying, For I have paid it home: many a good man That had but found the profit of my way Would forswear telling true again in hast.
Here are my praters; now if I did well I should belabour 'em, but I have found A way to quiet 'em, worth a thousand on't.
_Lod._ If we could get a fellow that would do it.
_Pis._ 'Twill be hard to be done in my opinion Unless we light upon an _English-man_ With seven-score surfeits in him.
_Lod._ Are the _English-men_ such stubborn drinkers?