_Wid._ Well Sir, you have delivered me, I thank you, and with your
nobleness prevented danger, their tongues might utter, we'll all go and
eat Sir.

_Vol._ No, no, I dare not trust my self with women, go to your
meat, eat little, take less ease, and tie your body to a daily labour,
you may live honestly, and so I thank you. [_Exit._

_Wid._ Well go thy ways, thou art a noble fellow, and some means I
must work to have thee know it. [_Exit._




_Actus Quintus. Scena Prima._

_Enter_ Uncle, _and_ Merchant.


_Unc._ Most certain 'tis her hands that hold him up, and her sister
relieves _Frank_.

_Mer._ I am glad to hear it: but wherefore do they not pursue this
fortune to some fair end?

_Unc._ The women are too craftie, _Valentine_ too coy, and
_Frank_ too bashfull, had any wise man hold of such a blessing,
they would strike it out o'th' flint but they would form it.

_Enter_ Widow, _and_ Shorthose.