_Fath._ Do, and be sure You send provision in, in full abundance, Fit for the Marriage; for this night I know She will be yours, Sir, have you never a token Of worth to send her back again? you must, She will expect it.
_Lod._ Yes, pray give her this. And with it all I have; I am made for ever. [_Exit_ Lod.
_Pis._ Well, thou hast fools luck; should I live as long As an old Oak, and say my prayers hourly, I should not be the better of a penny; I think the Devil be my ghostly father; Upon my conscience I am full as handsome, I am sure I have more wit, and more performance, Which is a pretty matter.
_Fath._ Do you think, Sir, That your friend, Seignior _Piso_, will be constant Unto my Lady? you should know him well.
_Piso._ 'Tis indeed, Sir, And his is _Lodowick_.
_Fath._ Then I am undone, Sir, For I was sent at first to _Piso_; what a Rascal Was I, so ignorantly to mistake you?
_Piso._ Peace, There is no harm done yet.
_Fath._ Now 'tis too late, I know my errour; At turning of a Street, For you were then upon the right hand of him, You chang'd your places suddenly; where I (Like a cross block-head) lost my memory; What shall I do? my Lady utterly Will put me from her favour.
_Piso._ Never fear it, I'll be thy guard I warrant thee; O, O, Am I at length reputed? for the Ring, I'll fetch it back with a light vengeance from him; H'ad better keep tame Devils than that Ring; Art thou not Steward?
_Piso._ I'll go shift me streight; Art t' sure [it] was to _Piso_?
_Piso._ I'll mount thee if I live for't, Give me patience, heav'n, to bear this blessing I beseech thee; I am but man, I prithee break my head To make me understand I am sensible.
_Fath._ Lend me your Dagger, and I will, Sir.
_Piso._ No. I believe now like a good Christian.
_Fath._ Good Sir, make hast; I dare not go without ye Since I have so mistaken.
_Piso._ 'Tis no matter, Meet me within this half hour at St. _Marg'rets_. Well, go thy ways, old Lad, thou hast the trick on't.
_Fath._ Well, passing well, I have 'em, Both in a leash, and made right for my purpose.
_Jul._ If all go right I may be fast enough too.
_Ang._ I cry you mercy, Sir, I know your meaning,
_Clora's_ the woman, she's _Frank's_ Bedfellow, Commend me to 'em, go, _Julio_, Bring 'em to supper all, to grace this matter; They will serve for witnesses.