[Exit Sir Greg, and Mirab.
Clow. I do wonder I do not hear of the Lady yet.
Cun. The good minute may come sooner than you are aware of, I do not think but 'twill e'r night yet, as near as 'tis.
Clow. Well, I will go walk by the New River, in that meditation, I am o'er shooes, I'm sure upon the drie bank, this gullery of my Master will keep me company this two hours too, if love were not an enemy to laughter, I should drive away the time well enough; you know my walk, Sir, if she sends, I shall be found angling, for I will try what I can catch for luck sake, I will fish fair for't,
Oh Knight, that thou shouldst be gull'd so; ha, ha, it does me good at heart,
But oh Lady, thou tak'st down my merry part. [Exit.
Enter Witty-pate.
Witty. Friend.
Cun. Here friend.
Witty. All's afoot, and will goe smooth away,
The woman has conquer'd the women, they are gone,
Which I have already complain'd to my Father,
Suggesting that Sir Gregory is fall'n off
From his charge, for neglects and ill usage,
And that he is most violently bent
On Gentries wife (whom I have call'd a widow)
And that without most sudden prevention
He will be married to her.