They will undo me, Swear, as I oft have done, and so betray me; I must make fair way, and hereafter, Wife, You are welcome home, and henceforth take your pleasure, Go when ye shall think fit, I will not hinder ye, My eyes are open now, and I see my errour, My shame, as great as that, but I must hide it.
The whole conveyance now I smell, but _Basta_, Another time must serve: you see us friends, now Heartily friends, and no more chiding, Gentlemen, I have been too foolish, I confess, no more words, No more, sweet Wife.
_Ama_.
You know my easie nature.
_Bar_.
Go get ye in: you see she has been angry: Forbear her sight a while and time will pacify; And learn to be more bold.
_Lean_.
I would I could, I will do all I am able.
[_Exit_.
_Bar_.
Do _Leandro_, We will not part, but friends of all hands.
_Lop_.
Well said, Now ye are reasonable, we can look on ye.
_Bar_.
Ye have jerkt me: but for all that I forgive ye, Forgive ye heartily, and do invite ye To morrow to a Breakfast, I make but seldom, But now we will be merry.
_Ars_.
Now ye are friendly, Your doggedness and niggardize flung from ye.
And now we will come to ye.
_Bar_.
Give me your hands, all; You shall be welcome heartily.
_Lop_.
We will be, For we'll eat hard.
_Bar_.
The harder, the more welcome, And till the morning farewell; I have business.
[_Exit_.
_Mil_.
Farewel good bountiful _Bartolus_, 'tis a brave wench, A suddain witty thief, and worth all service: Go we'll all go, and crucifie the Lawyer.
_Die_.
I'le clap four tire of teeth into my mouth more But I will grind his substance.
_Ars_.
Well _Leandro_, Thou hast had a strange Voyage, but I hope Thou rid'st now in safe harbour.
_Mil_.
Let's go drink, Friends, And laugh aloud at all our merry may-games.
_Lop_.
A match, a match, 'twill whet our stomachs better.
[_Exeunt_.
_Actus Quintus. Scena Prima._
_Enter_ Violante _and_ Servant.
_Ser_.
Madam, he's come. [_Chair and stools out_.
_Viol_.
'Tis well, how did he look, When he knew from whom you were sent? was he not startled?
Or confident? or fearful?
_Ser_.
As appear'd Like one that knew his fortune at the worst, And car'd not what could follow.
_Viol_.
'Tis the better, Reach me a Chair: so, bring him in, be careful That none disturb us: I will try his temper, And if I find him apt for my employments,
_Enter_ Jamie, Servant.
I'le work him to my ends; if not, I shall Find other Engines.
_Ser_.