Part 17 (1/2)

_Lam._ The more trust you commit, the more care still, Goodness and vertue shall attend my will.

_Cham._ Let's laugh this night out now, and count our gains.

We have our honours home, and they their pains. [_Exeunt omnes._

_Actus Quartus. Scena Prima._

_Enter_ Cleremont, Dinant.

_Din._ It holds, they will go thither.

_Cler._ To their Summer-house?

_Din._ Thither i'th' evening, and which is the most infliction, Only to insult upon our miseries.

_Cler._ Are you provided?

_Din._ Yes, yes.

_Cler._ Throughly?

_Din._ Throughly.

_Cler._ Basta, enough, I have your mind, I will not fail you.

_Din._ At such an hour.

_Cler._ Have I a memory?

A Cause, and Will to do? thou art so sullen--

_Din._ And shall be, till I have a fair reparation.

_Cler._ I have more reason, for I scaped a fortune, Which if I come so near again: I say nothing, But if I sweat not in another fas.h.i.+on-- O, a delicate Wench.

_Din._ 'Tis certain a most handsome one.

_Cler._ And me thought the thing was angry with it self too It lay so long conceal'd, but I must part with you, I have a scene of mirth, to drive this from my heart, And my hour is come.

_Din._ Miss not your time.

_Cler._ I dare not. [_Exeunt severally._

_Enter_ Sampson, _and a Gentleman_.

_Gent._ I presume, Sir, you now need no instruction, But fairly know, what belongs to a Gentleman; You bear your Uncles cause.

_Sam._ Do not disturb me, I understand my cause, and the right carriage.

_Gent._ Be not too b.l.o.o.d.y.