Ban. But you would have her secret, able to keep
Strange sights from th' knowledge of your knight, when you
Are married, madam; of a quick-feigning head?
Aur. You wrong me, Bannswright: she whom I would have
Must to her handsome shape have virtue too.
Ban. Well, madam, I shall fit you. I do know
A choleric lady which, within these three weeks,
Has, for not cutting her corns well, put off
Three women; and is now about to part
With the fourth—just one of your description.
Next change o' th' moon or weather, when her feet
Do ache again, I do believe I shall
Pleasure your ladyship.
Aur. Expect your reward. [Exit Bannswright.
SCENE III.
Enter Bright, Newcut, Timothy, Plotwell.
Tim. Lady, let me taste the Elysium of your lips.
Aur. Why, what are you? You will not leap me, sir?
Pray, know your distance.
Tim. What am I, sweet lady?
My father is an alderman's fellow; and I
Hope to be one in time.
Aur. Then, sir, in time
You may be remembered at the quenching of
Fir'd houses, when the bells ring backward,[204] by
Your name upon the buckets.[205]