Actus Quintus. Scena Prima.
Enter Lodowick, and Piso.
Lod. This roguey Captain has made fine work with us.
Pis. I would the Devil in a storm would carry him
Home to his Garrison again; I ake all over,
That I am sure of; certainly my Body
Is of a wild-fire, for my head rings backward,
Or else I have a morise in my brains.
Lod. I'll deal no more with Souldiers; well remembred,
Did not the Vision promise to appear
About this time again?
Pis. Yes, here he comes;
He's just on's word.
Enter Father.
Fath. O, they be here together,
She's penitent, and by my troth I stagger
Whether (as now she is) either of these
Two fools be worthy of her; yet because
Her youth is prone to fall again, ungovern'd,
And marriage now may stay her, one of 'em;
And Piso, since I understand him abler,
Shall be the man; the other bear the charges,
And willingly, as I will handle it.
I have a Ring here, which he shall believe
Is sent him from a woman I have thought of;
But e're I leave it, I'll have one of his
In pawn worth two on't; for I will not lose
By such a mess of sugar-sops as this is:
I am too old.
Lod. It moves again, let's meet it.
Fath. Now if I be not out, we shall have fine sport,
I am glad I have met you, Sir, so happily,
You do remember me I am sure.