Love guide his thoughts: he's a brave honest fellow.
Sit close Don Lawyer, O that arrant knave now, How he will stink, will smoak again, will burst!
He's the most arrant Beast.
_Mil_.
He may be more beast.
_Jam_.
Let him bear six, and six, that all may blaze him, The villany he has sowed into my Brother, And from his State, the Revenue he has reach'd at: Pay him, my good _Leandro_, take my prayers.
_Ars_.
And all our wishes plough with his fine white heifer.
_Jam_.
Mark him (my dear friend) for a famous Cuckold, Let it out-live his Books, his pains, and hear me, The more he seeks to smother it with Justice,
_Enter a_ Servant.
Let it blaze out the more: what news _Andrea_?
_Andr_.
News I am loth to tell ye: but I am charg'd, sir, Your Brother layes a strict command upon ye, No more to know his house, upon your danger, I am sorry, Sir.
_Jam_.
Faith never be: I am glad on't, He keeps the house of pride, and foolery: I mean to shun it: so return my Answer, 'Twill shortly spew him out; Come, let's be merry, And lay our heads together, carefully How we may help our friend; and let's lodge near him, Be still at hand: I would not for my patrimony, But he should crown his Lawyer, a learned Monster; Come, let's away, I am stark mad till I see him.
[_Exeunt_.
SCENA IV.
_Enter_ Bartolus, _and_ Amaranta.
_Amar_.
Why will ye bring men in, and yet be jealous?
Why will ye lodge a young man, a man able, And yet repine?
_Bar_.
He shall not trouble thee, sweet, A modest poor slight thing, did I not tell thee He was only given to the Book, and for that How Royally he paies? finds his own meat too.
_Amar_.
I will not have him here: I know your courses, And what fits you will fall into of madness.
_Bar_.
'Faith, I will not, Wife.
_Amar_.
I will not try ye.
_Bar_.
He comes not near thee: shall not dare to tread Within thy Lodgings: in an old out-Room Where Logs, and Coles were laid.
_Amar_.
Now ye lay fire; fire to consume your quiet.
_Bar_.
Didst thou know him, Thou wouldst think as I do: he disquiet thee?
Thou mayst wear him next thy heart, and yet not warm him.
His mind (poor man) 's o'th' Law, how to live after, And not on lewdness: on my Conscience He knows not how to look upon a Woman More than by reading what Sex she is.
_Amar_.
I do not like it, Sir.
_Bar_.
Do'st thou not see (Fool) What presents he sends hourly in his gratefulness?
What delicate meats?
_Amar_.
You had best trust him at your Table, Do, and repent it, do.
_Bar_.
If thou be'st willing, By my troth, I think he might come, he's so modest, He never speaks: there's part of that he gave me, He'll eat but half a dozen bits, and rise immediately, Even as he eats, he studies: he'll not disquiet thee, Do as thou pleasest, Wife.
_Amar_.
What means this Wood-cock?
[_Knock within_.