_Bar_.
'Tis well, Sir.
_Mil_.
He would have chosen such a Wolf, a Canker,
A Maggot-pate, to be his whole Executor?
_Lop_.
A Lawyer, that entangles all mens honesties,
And lives like a Spider in a Cobweb lurking,
And catching at all Flies, that pass his pit-falls?
Puts powder to all States, to make 'em caper?
Would he trust you? Do you deserve?
_Die_.
I find, Gentlemen,
This Cataplasm of a well cozen'd Lawyer
Laid to my stomach, lenifies my Feaver,
Methinks I could eat now, and walk a little.
_Bar_.
I am asham'd to feel how flat I am cheated,
How grossly, and maliciously made a May-game,
A damned trick; my Wife, my Wife, some Rascal:
My Credit, and my Wife, some lustful Villain,
Some Bawd, some Rogue.
_Ars_.
Some crafty Fool has found ye:
This 'tis, Sir, to teach ye to be too busie,
To covet all the gains, and all the rumours,
To have a stirring Oare in all mens actions.
_Lop_.
We did this, but to vex your fine officiousness.
_Bar_.
Good yield ye, and good thank ye: I am fooled, Gentlemen;
The Lawyer is an Ass, I do confess it,
A weak dull shallow Ass: good even to your Worships:
Vicar, remember Vicar, Rascal, remember,
Thou notable rich Rascal.
_Die_.
I do remember, Sir,
'Pray ye stay a little, I have ev'n two Legacies
To make your mouth up, Sir.
_Bar_.
Remember Varlets,
Quake and remember, Rogues;
I have brine for your Buttocks.
[_Exit_.
_Lop_.
Oh how he frets, and fumes now like a Dunghil!
_Die_.
His gall contains fine stuff now to make poysons,
Rare damned stuff.
_Ars_.
Let's after him, and still vex him,
And take my Friend off: by this time he has prosper'd,
He cannot lose this dear time: 'tis impossible.
_Mil_.
Well _Diego_, thou hast done.
_Lop_.
Hast done it daintily.
_Mil_.