Part 1 (2/2)

_Young._ Master _Loveless_, truly we thought your sails had been hoist: my Mistres is perswaded you are Sea-sick ere this.

_El. Lo._ Loves she her ill taken up resolution so dearly? Didst thou move her from me?

_Young_. By this light that s.h.i.+nes, there's no removing her, if she get a stiffe opinion by the end. I attempted her to day when they say a woman can deny nothing.

_El. Lo_. What critical minute was that?

_Young_. When her smock was over her ears: but she was no more pliant than if it hung about her heels.

_El. Lo_. I prethee deliver my service, and say, I desire to see the dear cause of my banishment; and then for _France_.

_Young_. I'le do't: hark hither, is that your Brother?

_El. Lo_. Yes, have you lost your memory?

_Young_. As I live he's a pretty fellow. [_Exit._

_Yo. Lo_. O this is a sweet _Brache_.

_El. Lo_. Why she knows not you.

_Yo. Lo_. No, but she offered me once to know her: to this day she loves youth of Eighteen; she heard a tale how _Cupid_ struck her in love with a great Lord in the Tilt-yard, but he never saw her; yet she in kindness would needs wear a Willow-garland at his Wedding. She lov'd all the Players in the last Queens time once over: she was struck when they acted Lovers, and forsook some when they plaid Murthers. She has nine _Spur-royals_, and the servants say she h.o.a.rds old gold; and she her self p.r.o.nounces angerly, that the Farmers eldest son, or her Mistres Husbands Clerk shall be, that Marries her, shall make her a joynture of fourscore pounds a year; she tells tales of the serving-men.

_El. Lo._ Enough, I know her Brother. I shall intreat you only to salute my Mistres, and take leave, we'l part at the Stairs.

_Enter Lady and waiting women._

_Lady._ Now Sir, this first part of your will is performed: what's the rest?

_El. Lo._ First, let me beg your notice for this Gentleman my Brother.

_Lady._ I shall take it as a favour done to me, though the Gentleman hath received but an untimely grace from you, yet my charitable disposition would have been ready to have done him freer courtesies as a stranger, than upon those cold commendations.

_Yo. Lo._ Lady, my salutations crave acquaintance and leave at once.

_Lady._ Sir I hope you are the master of your own occasions.

[_Exit Yo. Lo. and Savil._

_El. Lo._ Would I were so. Mistris, for me to praise over again that worth, which all the world, and you your self can see.

_Lady._ It's a cold room this, Servant.

_El. Lo._ Mistris.

_La._ What think you if I have a Chimney for't, out here?

_El. Lo._ Mistris, another in my place, that were not tyed to believe all your actions just, would apprehend himself wrong'd: But I whose vertues are constancy and obedience.

_La._ _Younglove_, make a good fire above to warm me after my servants _Exordiums_.

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