London. A Street.

Enter, at one end, John Lincoln, with the two Bettses together; at the other end, enters Francis de Barde and Doll a lusty woman, he haling her by the arm.

Doll.
Whether wilt thou hale me?

Barde.
Whether I please; thou art my prize, and I plead purchase of thee.
DOLL. Purchase of me! away, ye rascal! I am an honest plain carpenters wife, and though I have no beauty to like a husband, yet whatsoever is mine scorns to stoop to a stranger: hand off, then, when I bid thee!

Barde.
Go with me quietly, or I'll compel thee.
DOLL. Compel me, ye dog's face! thou thinkst thou hast the goldsmith's wife in hand, whom thou enticedst from her husband with all his plate, and when thou turndst her home to him again, madst him, like an ass, pay for his wife's board.

Barde.
So will I make thy husband too, if please me.

Enter Caveler with a pair of doves; Williamson the carpenter, and
Sherwin following him.


Doll.
Here he comes himself; tell him so, if thou darst.

Caveler.
Follow me no further; I say thou shalt not have them.