[Fath.] But before you shew your self,
Let it be night by all means, willingly
By day she would not have such Gallants seen
Repair unto her, 'tis her modesty.
Lod. I'll go and fit my self.
Fath. Do, and be sure
You send provision in, in full abundance,
Fit for the Marriage; for this night I know
She will be yours, Sir, have you never a token
Of worth to send her back again? you must,
She will expect it.
Lod. Yes, pray give her this.
And with it all I have; I am made for ever. [Exit Lod.
Pis. Well, thou hast fools luck; should I live as long
As an old Oak, and say my prayers hourly,
I should not be the better of a penny;
I think the Devil be my ghostly father;
Upon my conscience I am full as handsome,
I am sure I have more wit, and more performance,
Which is a pretty matter.
Fath. Do you think, Sir,
That your friend, Seignior Piso, will be constant
Unto my Lady? you should know him well.
Piso. Who? Seignior Piso?
Fath. Yes, the Gentleman.
Fath. Is not his name Piso?