2 Bro. Will't not be too soon think you,
And make two fits break into one?
1 Bro. Pah, no, no; the tail of his melancholy
Is always the head of his anger, and follows as close,
As the Report follows the powder.
Lap. This is the appointed place, and the hour struck,
If I can get security for's truth,
I'll never mind his honesty, poor worm,
I durst lay him by my wife, which is a benefit
Which many Masters ha' not: I shall ha' no Maid
Now got with child, but what I get my self,
And that's no small felicity: in most places
Th'are got by th' Men, and put upon the Masters,
Nor shall I be resisted when I strike,
For he can hardly stand; these are great blessings.
Pas. I want my food, deliver me a Varlet. [Within.
Lap. How now, from whence comes that?
Pas. I am allow'd a carkass to insult on;
Where's the villain?
Lap. He means not me I hope.
Pas. My maintenance rascals; my bulk, my exhibition.
[L]ap. Bless us all,
What names are these? Would I were gone agen.
The passionate man enters in fury with a Truncheon.