1 Offi. Take your pleasure Lady.

Sul. What would you give that woman should redeem ye, Redeem ye from this slavery?

Rut. Besides my service I would give her my whole self, I would be her vassal.

Sul. She has reason to expect as much, considering
The great sum she pays for’t, yet take comfort,
What ye shall do to merit this, is easie,
And I will be the woman shall befriend ye,
’Tis but to entertain some handsome Ladies,
And young fair Gentlewomen:  you guess the way: 
But giving of your mind—­

Rut. I am excellent at it:  You cannot pick out such another living.  I understand ye:  is’t not thus?

Sul. Ye have it.

Rut. Bring me a hundred of ’em:  I’le dispatch ’em. 
I will be none but yours:  should another offer
Another way to redeem me, I should scorn it. 
What women you shall please:  I am monstrous lusty: 
Not to be taken down:  would you have Children? 
I’le get you those as fast, and thick as flie-blows.

Sul. I admire him:  wonder at him!

Rut. Hark ye Lady, You may require sometimes—­

Sul. I by my faith.

Rut. And you shall have it by my faith, and handsomly: 
This old Cat will suck shrewdly:  you have no Daughters? 
I flye at all:  now am I in my Kingdom. 
Tug at an Oar? no, tug in a Feather-bed,
With good warm Caudles; hang your bread and water,
I’le make you young again, believe that Lady. 
I will so frubbish you.

Sul. Come, follow Officers, This Gentleman is free:  I’le pay the Duckets.

Rut. And when you catch me in your City-powdring-tub Again, boil me with Cabbidge.

1 Offi. You are both warn’d and arm’d Sir. [Exeunt.

Scena Quarta.

Enter Leopold, Hippolyta, Zenocia.

Zen. Will your Ladyship wear this Dressing?

Hip. Leave thy prating:  I care not what I wear.

Zen. Yet ’tis my duty To know your pleasure, and my worst affliction To see you discontented.

Hip. Weeping too? 
Prethee forgive me:  I am much distemper’d,
And speak I know not what:  to make thee amends
The Gown that I wore yesterday, is thine;
Let it alone awhile.

Leo. Now you perceive, And taste her bounty.

Zen. Much above my merit.

Leo. But have you not yet found a happy time To move for me.

Zen. I have watched all occasions, But hitherto, without success:  yet doubt not But I’le embrace the first means.

Leo. Do, and prosper:  Excellent creature, whose perfections make Even sorrow lovely, if your frowns thus take me, What would your smiles doe?

Hip. Pox o’ this stale Courtship:  If I have any power.

Leo. I am commanded, Obedience is the Lovers sacrifice Which I pay gladly.