_Enter_ Witty-pate.
_Witty._ Friend.
_Cun._ Here friend.
_Witty._ All's afoot, and will goe smooth away,
The woman has conquer'd the women, they are gone,
Which I have already complain'd to my Father,
Suggesting that _Sir Gregory_ is fall'n off
From his charge, for neglects and ill usage,
And that he is most violently bent
On _Gentries_ wife (whom I have call'd a widow)
And that without most sudden prevention
He will be married to her.
_Cun._ [Fool, all] this is wrong,
This wings his pursuit, and will be before me; I am lost for ever.
_Witty._ No, stay, you shall not go
But with my Father, on my wit let it lie,
You shall appear a friendly assistant,
To help in all affairs, and in execution
Help your self only.
_Cun._ Would my belief
Were strong in this assurance.
_Witty._ You shall credit it,
And my wit shall be your slave, if it deceive you.
_Enter_ Old Knight.