Happy is that family that shows
A cock that's silent, and a hen that crows.
[Exeunt.
SCENE IV.
Enter Parson, Loveall, and Faithful.
Love. Go, you are a naughty man. Do you come hither to rail against an honest gentleman? I have heard how you fell out: you may be ashamed on't, a man of your coat.
Par. What! to speak truth, and perform my duty? The world cries out you are a scabbed sheep, and I am come to tar you; that is, give you notice how your fame suffers i' th' opinion of the world.
Love. My fame, sirrah! 'Tis purer than thy doctrine. Get thee out of my house.
Faith. You uncivil fellow, you come hither to tell my lady of her faults, as if her own Levite could not discern 'em?
Love. My own Levite! I hope he's better bred than to tell me of my faults.
Faith. He finds work enough to correct his dearly-beloved sinners.