Rog.  I humbly ask your pardon:  I’le clap up Prayers, but stay a little, and be with you again. [Exit Roger.

Enter Elder Love.

Lady.  How dare you, being so unworthie a fellow, Presume to come to move me any more?

Elder Lo.  Ha, ha, ha.

Lady.  What ails the fellow?

Elder Lo.  The fellow comes to laugh at you, I tell you Ladie I would not for your Land, be such a Coxcomb, such a whining Ass, as you decreed me for when I was last here.

Lady.  I joy to hear you are wise, ’tis a rare Jewel In an Elder Brother:  pray be wiser yet.

Elder Lo. Me thinks I am very wise:  I do not come a wooing.  Indeed I’le move no more love to your Ladiship.

Lady.  What makes you here then?

Elder Lo.  Only to see you and be merry Ladie:  that’s all my business.  Faith let’s be very merry.  Where’s little Roger? he’s a good fellow:  an hour or two well spent in wholesome mirth, is worth a thousand of these puling passions.  ’Tis an ill world for Lovers.

Lady.  They were never fewer.

Elder Lo.  I thank God there’s one less for me Ladie.

Lady.  You were never any Sir.

Elder Lo.  Till now, and now I am the prettiest fellow.

Lady.  You talk like a Tailor Sir.

Elder Lo.  Me thinks your faces are no such fine things now.

Lady.  Why did you tell me you were wise?  Lord what a lying age is this, where will you mend these faces?

Elder Lo.  A Hogs face soust is worth a hundred of ’em.

Lady.  Sure you had a Sow to your Mother.

Elder Lo.  She brought such fine white Pigs as you, fit for none but Parsons Ladie.

Lady.  ’Tis well you will allow us our Clergie yet.

Elder Lo.  That shall not save you.  O that I were in love again with a wish.

Lady.  By this light you are a scurvie fellow, pray be gone.

Elder Lo.  You know I am a clean skin’d man.

Lady.  Do I know it?

Elder Lo.  Come, come, you would know it; that’s as good:  but not a snap, never long for’t, not a snap dear Ladie.

Lady.  Hark ye Sir, hark ye, get ye to the Suburbs, there’s horse flesh for such hounds:  will you goe Sir?

Elder Lo.  Lord how I lov’d this woman, how I worshipt this prettie calf with the white face here:  as I live, you were the prettiest fool to play withall, the wittiest little varlet, it would talk:  Lord how it talk’t! and when I angred it, it would cry out, and scratch, and eat no meat, and it would say, goe hang.

Lady.  It will say so still, if you anger it.

Elder Lo.  And when I askt it, if it would be married, it sent me of an errand into France, and would abuse me, and be glad it did so.