Mom.  Had three Suiters at once.

Wyn.  Youle leave out none my Lord.

Mom.  No more did you, Wynnifred:  you enterferde with them all in truth.

Wyn.  O Monstrous Lord by this light!

Mom.  Now sir to make my tale short I will doe that which she did not; vz. leave out the two first.  The third comming, the third night for his turne—­

Wyn.  My Lord, my Lord, my Lady does that that no body else does, desires your company; and so fare you well.

Mom.  O stay a little sweet Wynnifred, helpe me but to trusse my Poynts againe, and have with you.

Wyn.  Not I by my truth my Lord, I had rather see your hose about your heeles, then I would helpe you to trusse a poynt.

Mom.  O witty Wynnifred? for that jest, take thy passeport, and tell thy Ladie[14], thou leftst me with my hose about my heeles.

Wyn.  Well, well my Lord you shall sit till the mosse grow about your heeles, ere I come at you againe. [Exit.

Mom.  She cannot abide to heare of her three Suiters, but is not this very fit my sweet Clarence?  Thou seest my rare Neece cannot sleepe without me; but for thy company sake, she shall to night; and in the morning I will visit her earely; when doe thou but stand in that place, and thou maiest chance heare (but art sure to see) in what subtill, and farre-fetcht manner Ile solicite her about thee.

Cla.  Thank’s, worthy Lord.

[Exeunt.

Finis Actus Primi.

Actvs Secvndi.

SCENA PRIMA.

    Clarence Solus.

Cla.  I that have studied with world-skorning thoughts
The way of Heaven, and how trew Heaven is reacht
To know how mighty, and how many are
The strange affections of enchaunted number;
How to distinguish all the motions
Of the Celestiall bodies, and what power
Doth separate in such forme this massive Rownd;
What is his Essence, Efficacies, Beames,
Foot-steps, and Shadowes; what Eternesse[15] is,
The World, and Time, and Generation;
What Soule, the worlds Soule is, what the blacke Springs
And unreveald Originall of Things,
What their perseverance; what’s life, and death,
And what our certaine Restauration;
Am with the staid-heads of this Time imploy’d
To watch with all my Nerves a Female shade.

Enter Wynnifred, Anabell, with their sowing workes
and sing:  After their song Enter Lord Momford.

Mom.  Witty Mistrisse Wynnifred, where is your Countesse, I pray?

Wyn.  Faith your Lordship is bould enough to seeke her out, if she were at her urinall?

Mom.  Then sh’as done, it seemes, for here she comes to save me that labour; away, wenches, get you hence wenches.
          
                                       [Exeunt.