_Hyl._ Is there ne'r a shop open? I'll give thee a pair of Gloves, _Sam_.
_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.
_Hyl._ The young Gentleman and I are like to be friends again, The fates will have it so.
_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.
_Hyl._ None, but up and ride, Boy: I have made no Joynture neither, there I have paid him.
_Hyl._ She shall be as I'll use her, And if she anger me, all his abuses I'll clap upon her Cassock.
_Hyl._ 'Tis past that, _Sam_, come, I must meet her presently, And now shalt see me a most glorious Husband.
_Dor._ In troth, Sir, you never spoke to me.
_Val._ Can ye forget me? Did not you promise all your help and cunning In my behalf, but for one hour to see her, Did you not swear it? by this hand, no strictness Nor rule this house holds, shall by me be broken.
_Val._ Do not wrong me, I met ye, by my life, just as you entred This gentle Ladies Lodge, last night, thus suited About eleven a clock.
_Dor._ 'Tis true, I was there, But that I saw or spoke to you.
_Mar._ I have found it, Your Brother _Thomas_, _Doll_.
_Dor._ Pray Sir, be satisfi'd, And wherein I can do you good, command me. What a mad fool is this! stay here a while, Sir, Whilst we walk in, and make your peace. [_Exit._
_Ab._ Why, what's the matter there among these maids? Now _benedicite_, have ye got the breeze there? Give me my holy sprinkle.
_1 Nun._ O Madam, there's a strange thing like a Gentlewoman, Like Mistress _Dorothy_, I think the fiend Crept into th' Nunnery we know not which way, Plays revel rout among us.
_Ab._ Spirit of earth or air, I do conjure thee, [_Squeak within._ Of water or of fire.
_Ab._ Be thou Ghost that cannot rest, Or a shadow of the blest, Be thou black, or white, or green, Be thou heard, or to be seen.