Co.  Oh, now I see that Love Is sweet as flowers in their fragrant birth, Gentle as silke, and kind as Cloudes to Earth?

Sis.  One rime more and you undoe my love for ever.  Out upon’t! pedlars French[245] is a Christian language to this.  I had rather you should put me a case out of Litleton.  They say you are a pretty Lawyer.

Co.  Tenant[246] per la Curtesie d’Engleterre est, hon home prent feme seisie in fee simple ou en fee taile generall, ou seisie come heire de la taile speciall et ad issue per mesme la fame, male ou female, oies ou wife, soit lissue apres mort ou en vie si la feme de aie, la baron tiendra la terre durant sa vie, per la ley dengleterre.

Sis.  Nay, here’s enough a Conscience!  What a Noise this confusion of languages make; tis almost as good as a beare baiting.  Harke you, Sir, you are never like to recover me by law.

Co.  You are not the first sweet Ladie has been overthrowne at Common Lawe.

Sis.  Not by tenn thousand, Sir.  Confest:  but I have no mind to come to issue with a Lawyer; when he should consider my cause at home, heele be at Westminster, teaching men the Statutes.  No, no, I wo’not marry a Judge.

Co.  Why, Lady?

Sis.  They are casuall things and men that hold such strange opinions.

Co.  Lady, you may be misinform’d:  Astraea
Hath not quite left the earth, and the abuses
Of some which shame the calling are but like
Patches of beauty on the shape of lawe
To set the whitenes of.

Sis.  Farewell, Sir: 
You are in love with a barrd gown, not beauty;
If you will be my learned Counsell, leave it
—­This yong thing is a foole or a fine fellow. [Exit.

Co.  She kicks and flings out like a Colt unwayed;
Her witt’s a better portion then her money;
I would not love her yet, and I could help it.—­
My Uncle and his Mistres:  Ile not hinder em.

[Ex.

[SCENE 3.]

    Enter Sir Francis and Ladie.

La.  It is no honour, Sir, if arm’d with so
Much eloquence you overcome a woman. 
I blush to say I love you now too much;
I wish you would release what your sweet charmes
Won from my tongue; I shall repent my promise.

Fra.  Make me not miserable after so much blessing. 
Why, Madam, tis on honourable tearmes,
Since not upon the first attempt but after
A tedious seige in to your faire love you give up
What shall enrich us both.  It were a sinne
To feare you can retract what both our lipps
Have seal’d, and loose a happines so neare
And so secure.  Your husband holds his pleasure
Of early hunting constant, and when he
Pursues the tymerous hare to morrow morne,
Cupid will waite to bring me to Elizium,
Your bed, where every kisse shall new create us.