1 Ma.  I have wrought her.

Leu.  You know for whom she is?

1 Ma.  Very well, Madam, Though very much ado I had to make her Apprehend that happiness.

Leu.  These Kind are subtile; Did she not cry and blubber when you urg’d her?

1 Ma.  O most extreamly, and swore she would rather perish.

Leu.  Good signs, very good signs, Symptoms of easie nature.  Had she the Plate?

1 Ma.  She lookt upon’t, and left it, And turn’d again, and view’d it.

Leu.  Very well still.

1 Ma.  At length she was content to let it lye there, Till I call’d for’t, or so.

Leu.  She will come?

1 Ma.  Do you take me For such a Fool, I would part without that promise?

Leu.  The Chamber’s next the Park.

1 Ma.  The Widow, Madam, You bad me look upon.

Leu.  Hang her, she is musty:  She is no mans meat; besides, she’s poor and sluttish:  Where lyes old Thisbe now, you are so long now—­

2 Ma. Thisbe, Thisbe, Thisbe, agent Thisbe, O I have her, She lyes now in Nicopolis.

Leu.  Dispatch a Packet,
And tell her, her Superiour here commands her
The next month not to fail, but see deliver’d
Here to our use, some twenty young and handsom,
As also able Maids, for the Court service,
As she will answer it:  we are out of beauty,
Utterly out, and rub the time away here
With such blown stuff, I am asham’d to send it. [Knock within
Who’s that? look out, to your business, Maid,
There’s nothing got by idleness:  there is a Lady,
Which if I can but buckle with, Altea,
A, A, A, A, Altea young, and married,
And a great lover of her husband, well,
Not to be brought to Court! say ye so?  I am sorry,
The Court shall be brought to you then; how now, who is’t?

1 Ma.  An ancient woman, with a maid attending, A pretty Girl, but out of Cloaths; for a little money, It seems she would put her to your bringing up, Madam.

Enter Woman and Phebe.

Leu.  Let her come in.  Would you ought with us, good woman?  I pray be short, we are full of business.

Wo.  I have a tender Girl here, an’t please your honour.

Leu.  Very well.

Wom.  That hath a great desire to serve your worship.

Leu.  It may be so; I am full of Maids.

Wom.  She is young forsooth—­ And for her truth; and as they say her bearing.

Leu.  Ye say well; come ye hither maid, let me feel your pulse, ’Tis somewhat weak, but Nature will grow stronger, Let me see your leg, she treads but low i’th’ Pasterns.

Wom.  A cork Heel, Madam.

Leu, We know what will do it, Without your aim, good woman; what do you pitch her at?  She’s but a slight toy—­cannot hold out long.