Harl. Faith, Seignior, if I were you, I wou’d make sure of something, see how rich she is in Gems.
Feth. Right, as thou say’st, I ought to make sure of something, and she is rich in Gems: How amiable looks that Neck with that delicious row of Pearls about it.
Harl. She sleeps.
Feth. Ay, she sleeps as ’twere her last. What if I made bold to unrig her? So if I miss the Lady, I have at least my Charges paid: what vigorous Lover can resist her Charms?— [Looks on her.
But shou’d she wake and miss it, and find it about me, I shou’d be hang’d— [Turns away.
—So then, I lose my Lady too—but Flesh and Blood cannot resist—What if I left the Town? then I lose my Lady still; and who wou’d lose a Hog for the rest of the Proverb?—And yet a Bird in Hand, Friend Nicholas—Yet sweet Meat may have sour Sauce—And yet refuse when Fortune offers—Yet Honesty’s a Jewel—But a Pox upon Pride, when Folks go naked—
Harl. Well said. [Incouraging him by Signs.
Feth. Ay—I’ll do’t—but what Remedy now against Discovery and Restitution?
Harl. Oh, Sir, take no care, you shall—swallow ’em.
Feth. How, swallow ’em! I shall ne’er be able to do’t.