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 hoards old gold; and she her self pronounces 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.

El.  Lo. I have heard and seen your affability to be such, that the servants you give wages to may speak.

La. ’Tis true, ‘tis true; but they speak to th’ purpose.

El.  Lo. Mistris, your will leads my speeches from the purpose.  But as a man—­

La. A Simile servant?  This room was built for honest meaners, that deliver themselves hastily and plainly, and are gone.  Is this a time or place for Exordiums, and Similes and Metaphors?  If you have ought to say, break into’t:  my answers shall very reasonably meet you.