The Scornful Lady Part 23
_Elder Lo._ How like you this dish, _Welford_, I made a supper on't, and fed so heartily, I could not sleep.
_Lady._ By this light, had I but scented out your [train], ye had slept with a bare pillow in your arms and kist that, or else the bed-post, for any wife ye had got this twelve-month yet: I would have vext you more than a try'd post-horse; and been longer bearing, than ever after-game at _Irish_ was. Lord, that I were unmarried again.
_Elder Lo._ Lady I would not undertake ye, were you again a _Haggard_, for the best cast of four Ladys i'th' Kingdom: you were ever tickle-footed, and would not truss round.
_Wel._ Is she fast?
_Elder Lo._ She was all night lockt here boy.
_Wel._ Then you may lure her without fear of losing: take off her Cranes.
You have a delicate Gentlewoman to your Sister: Lord what a prettie furie she was in, when she perceived I was a man: but I thank G.o.d I satisfied her scruple, without the Parson o'th' town.
_Elder Lo._ What did ye?
_Wel._ Madam, can you tell what we did?
_Elder Lo._ She has a shrewd guess at it I see it by her.
_Lady._ Well you may mock us: but my large Gentlewoman, my _Mary Ambre_, had I but seen into you, you should have had another bed-fellow, fitter a great deal for your itch.
_Wel._ I thank you Lady, me thought it was well, You are so curious.
_Enter_ Young Loveless, _his_ Lady, Morecraft, Savil, _and two Servingmen._
_El. Lo._ Get on your doublet, here comes my Brother.
_Yo. Lo._ Good morrow Brother, and all good to your Lady.
_Mor._ G.o.d save you and good morrow to you all.
_El. Lo._ Good morrow. Here's a poor brother of yours.
_Lady._ Fie how this shames me.
_Mor._ Prethee good fellow help me to a cup of beer.
_Ser._ I will Sir.
_Yo. Lo._ Brother what makes you here? will this Lady do?
Will she? is she not nettl'd still?
_Elder Lo._ No I have cur'd her.
Mr. _Welford_, pray know this Gentleman is my Brother.
_Wel._ Sir I shall long to love him.
_Yo. Lo._ I shall not be your debter Sir. But how is't with you?
_Elder Lo._ As well as may be man: I am married: your new acquaintance hath her Sister, and all's well.
_Yo. Lo._ I am glad on't. Now my prettie Lady Sister, How do you find my Brother?
_Lady._ Almost as wild as you are.
_Yo. Lo._ He will make the better husband: you have tried him?
_Lady._ Against my will Sir.
_Yo. Lo._ Hee'l make your will amends soon, do not doubt it.
But Sir I must intreat you to be better known To this converted _Jew_ here.
_Ser._ Here's Beer for you Sir.
_Mor._ And here's for you an Angel: Pray buy no Land, 'twill never prosper Sir.
_Elder Lo._ How's this?
_Yo. Lo._ Bless you, and then I'le tell: He's turn'd Gallant.
_Elder Lo._ Gallant?
_Yo. Lo._ I Gallant, and is now called, _Cutting Morecraft_: The reason I'le inform you at more leisure.
_Wel._ O good Sir let me know him presently.
_Young Lo._ You shall hug one another.
_Mor._ Sir I must keep you company.
_Elder Lo._ And reason.
_Young Lo._ Cutting _Morecraft_ faces about, I must present another.
_Mor._ As many as you will Sir, I am for 'em.
_Wel._ Sir I shall do you service.
_Mor._ I shall look for't in good faith Sir.
_Elder Lo._ Prethee good sweet heart kiss him.
_Lady._ Who, that fellow?
_Savil._ Sir will it please you to remember me: my keys good Sir.
_Young Lo._ I'le doe it presently.
_El. Lo._ Come thou shalt kiss him for our sport sake.