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SCENE 9.

Ronca. Bevil. Trincalo.
Ron.
Now is the Asse expecting of a banquet,
Ready to court, embrace, and kisse his Mistris.
But Ile soon stave him. Tick, tock, what ho!

Beu.
Who's that so boldly knocks? I am not within;
Or busie: Why so importunate? who i'tt?

Ron.
Tis. Is

Beu.
Your name?

Ron.
Thomas up William, up Morgan, up Davy, up Roger, &c.

Tri.
Spinola's Camp's broke loose: a troupe of Souldiers! si

Beu.
Oj me! my Husband! Oj me wretch, 'tis my Husband.

Tri.
One man, and weare so many names!

Beu.
O sir
H'as more outragious Devils in his rage,
Then names. As you respect your life, avoid him.
Down at that window.

Tri.
Tis as high as Pauls.
Open the Garden doore.

Beu.
He has the keyes.
Down at some window, as you love your life,
Tender my honour, and your safety.

Ron.
Bevilona?
Down, or Ile break the doores, and with the splinters
Beat all thy bones to pieces: Down you whore!

Beu.
Be patient but a little; I come instantly.

Tri.
Ha' you no trunk nor chest to hide me?

Beu.
None sir.

Tri.
Alas I am clean undone, it is my Husband.

Ron.
Doubtlesse, this whore hath some of her companions
That wrong me thus. But if I catch the villain,
Ile bath my hungry sword, and sharp revenge,
In his heart-bloud. Come down.

Beu.
I cannot stay.
There stands a empty Hogshead with a false bottom


To ope and shut at pleasure; come hither, in,
In as you love your life.

Tri.
But heare you Madam,
Is there no Looking-glasse within't? for I hate glasses
As naturally as some do Cats, or Cheese.

Beu.
In, in, there's none.

Ron.
Who now? Is the Asse past?

Beu.
I tunn'd him up, ha, ha, ha, I feare he'le fall a working.

Ron.
Second me handsomely, we'le entertain him
An houre or two, and laugh and get his clothes
To make our sport up. Wife where's the empty Hogshead
That wont to stand under the staires?

Beu.
There still.

Ron.
Out with it quicly: I must have it fild.

Beu.
Not to day, good sir, to morrow will serve as well.

Ron.
I must ha't now.

Beu.
Tis more then I can carry.

Ron.
Ile help thee: so, so. Foh! this vessell's musty.
Fetch out some water.

Beu.
Fetcht your selfe.

Tri.
Pox of all Transmutation, I am smother'd.
Lady, as you love me, give the Hogshead vent.
The beere that's in't will work and break the vessell.

Beu.
Signior Antonio, as you love your life
Lie still and close, for if you stirre you die.

Ron.
So, so, now shake it, so, so.

Tri.
Oh I am drown'd, I drown!

Ron.
Whence comes this hollow sound? I drown, I smother!

Ron.
My life tis Trincalo, For I have heard that Coxcombe,
That Asse, that Clown, seeks to corrupt my wife,
Sending his fruit and dainties from the Country.
O that 'twere he. How would I use the villain!
First crop his eares, then slit his nose and geld him,
And with a red hot iron seare his raw wounds;
Then barrell him again, and send the Eunuch
To the great Turk to keep his Concubines. Tick, tock, who's within heere?

Beu.
One that you dare not touch.

Ron.
One that I dare not?
Out villain, out. Signior Antonio!
Had it been any but your selfe, he dyed.
But as you sav'd my life before you went,
So now command mine in your services.
I would have sworn y'had been drown'd in Barbary.

Tri.
'Twas a hard passage: but not so dangerous


As was this vessell. Pray you conceive no ill,
I meant no harme, but call'd of your wife to know
How my sonne Lelio did, and daughter Flavia.

Ron.
Sir I believe you.

Tri.
But I must tell you one thing,
You must not be so jealous, on my honour
She's very honest.

Ron.
For you I make no question.
But there's a Rogue call'd Trincalo, whom if I catch.
Ile teach him.

Tri.
Who, you mean Pandolfo's Farmer.
Alas poore foole, he's a stark Asse, but harmlesse.
And though she talk with him, tis but to laugh,
As all the world do's at him: come be friends
At my intreaty.

Ron.
Sir, for your sake.

Ben.
I thank you.

Tri.
Lets have a fire; and while I dry my self,
Provide good wine and meat. Ile dine with you.
I must not home thus wet. I am something bold with you.

Ron.
My house and self are at your service.

Tri.
Lead in.
Alas, poore Trincalo, hadst thou been taken,
Thou hadst been tunn'd for Turkie.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, faire fall Antonio's shape.
What a notorious Wittal's this! Ha, ha, ha.