Part 15 (1/2)

_Rog_. Now cannot I hold if I should be hang'd, I must crie too. Come to thine own beloved, and do even what thou wilt with me sweet, sweet _Abigal_. I am thine own for ever: here's my hand, when _Roger_ proves a recreant, hang him i'th' Bel-ropes.

_Enter_ Lady, _and_ Martha.

_Lady_. Why how now Master _Roger_, no prayers down with you to night? Did you hear the bell ring? You are courting: your flock shall fat well for it.

_Rog_. I humbly ask your pardon: I'le clap up Prayers, but stay a little, and be with you again. [_Exit_ Roger.

_Enter_ Elder Love.

_Lady_. How dare you, being so unworthie a fellow, Presume to come to move me any more?

_Elder Lo_. Ha, ha, ha.

_Lady_. What ails the fellow?

_Elder Lo_. The fellow comes to laugh at you, I tell you Ladie I would not for your Land, be such a c.o.xcomb, such a whining a.s.s, as you decreed me for when I was last here.

_Lady_. I joy to hear you are wise, 'tis a rare Jewel In an Elder Brother: pray be wiser yet.

_Elder Lo._ Me thinks I am very wise: I do not come a wooing. Indeed I'le move no more love to your Ladis.h.i.+p.

_Lady_. What makes you here then?

_Elder Lo_. Only to see you and be merry Ladie: that's all my business.

Faith let's be very merry. Where's little _Roger_? he's a good fellow: an hour or two well spent in wholesome mirth, is worth a thousand of these puling pa.s.sions. 'Tis an ill world for Lovers.

_Lady_. They were never fewer.

_Elder Lo_. I thank G.o.d there's one less for me Ladie.

_Lady_. You were never any Sir.

_Elder Lo_. Till now, and now I am the prettiest fellow.

_Lady_. You talk like a Tailor Sir.

_Elder Lo_. Me thinks your faces are no such fine things now.

_Lady_. Why did you tell me you were wise? Lord what a lying age is this, where will you mend these faces?

_Elder Lo_. A Hogs face soust is worth a hundred of 'em.

_Lady_. Sure you had a Sow to your Mother.

_Elder Lo_. She brought such fine white Pigs as you, fit for none but Parsons Ladie.

_Lady_. 'Tis well you will allow us our Clergie yet.

_Elder Lo_. That shall not save you. O that I were in love again with a wish.