Con. The man's in love. [Aside.
Adri. Her name, sir, is Mistress Changeable, late wife
To Master Taffata, mercer, deceas'd.
Bout. I have heard she is both rich and beautiful.
Adri. In th' eyes of such as love her; judge yourself;
Please you but prick forward, and enter. [Exit Boutcher.
Con. Now will I fall aboard the waiting-maid.
Adri. Fall aboard of me! dost take me for a ship?
Con. Ay, and will shoot you betwixt wind and water.
Adri. Blurt! master gunner, your linstock's[338] too short.
Con. Foot! how did she know that I dost hear, sweetheart,
Should not the page be doing with the maid,
Whilst the master is busy with the mistress?
Please you, prick forwards; thou art a wench
Likely to go the way of all flesh shortly.
Adri. Whose witty knave art thou?