Here's the last couple in hell.
_Roger._ Joy be among you all.
_Lady._ Why how now Sir, what is the meaning of this emblem?
_Roger._ Marriage an't like your worship.
_Lady._ Are you married?
_Roger._ As well as the next Priest could doe it, Madam.
_Elder Lo._ I think the sign's in _Gemini_, here's such coupling.
_Wel._ Sir _Roger_, what will you take to lie from your sweet-heart to
night?
_Roger._ Not the best benefice in your worships gift Sir.
_Wel._ A whorson, how he swells.
_Young Lo._ How many times to night Sir _Roger_?
_Roger._ Sir you grow scurrilous:
What I shall do, I shall do: I shall not need your help.
_Young Lo._ For horse flesh _Roger_.
_Elder Lo._ Come prethee be not angry, 'tis a day
Given wholly to our mirth.
_Lady._ It shall be so Sir: Sir _Roger_ and his Bride,
We shall intreat to be at our charge.
_El. Lo._ _Welford_ get you to the Church: by this light,
You shall not lie with her again, till y'are married.
_Wel._ I am gone.
_Mor._ To every Bride I dedicate this day
Six healths a piece, and it shall goe hard,
But every one a Jewell: Come be mad boys.
_El. Lo._ Th'art in a good beginning: come who leads?
Sir _Roger_, you shall have the _Van_: lead the way:
Would every dogged wench had such a day.
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