AMIN. Proximus ego sum, I'll be the next,
And man you home; how say you, lady?
Y. ART. I pray you do, good Sir Aminadab.
MRS MA. Sir, if it be not too much trouble to you,
Let me entreat that kindness at your hands.
AMIN. Entreat! fie! no, sweet lass, command; Sic, so, nunc, now, take the upper hand.
[Exit MRS MARY escorted by AMINADAB.
Y. ART. Come, wife, this meeting was all for our sakes:
I long to see the force my poison takes. [Aside.
MRS ART. My dear-dear husband, in exchange of hate,
My love and heart shall on your service wait.
[Exeunt Y. ART., MRS ART., and PIPKIN.
ANS. So doth my love on thee; but long no more;
To her rich love thy service is too poor.
FUL. For shame, no more! you had best expostulate
Your love with every stranger; leave these sighs,
And change them to familiar conference.