Ama.

     Here’s a thing now,
     Ye place as pleasure to me:  all my retinue,
     My Chamber-maid, my Kitchin-maid, my friend,
     And what she fails in, I must doe my self. 
     A foyle to set my Beauty off, I thank ye,
     You will place the Devil next for a Companion.

     Bar.

     No more such words, good wife,
     What would you have, Maid?

     Moor.

     Master Curate, and the Sexton, and a stranger, sir,
     Attend to speak with your worship.

     Bar.

     A stranger?

     Ama.

     You had best to be jealous of the man you know not.

     Bar.

     ’Pray thee no more of that.

     Ama.

     ’Pray ye goe out to ’em,
     That will be safest for ye, I am well here,
     I only love your peace, and serve like a slave for it.

     Bar.

No, no, thou shalt not; ’tis some honest Client,
Rich, and litigious, the Curate has brought to me,
Pre’thee goe in (my Duck) I’le but speak to ’em,
And return instantly.

Ama.

I am commanded,
One day you will know my sufferance.—­

[Exit.

Bar.

And reward it. 
So, so, fast bind, fast find; Come in my neighbours,
My loving neighbours pray ye come in, ye are welcome.

Enter Lopez, Leandro, and Diego.

Lop.

     Bless your good reverence.

     Bar.

     Good-day, good Master Curate,
     And neighbour Diego, welcom:  what’s your business? 
     And ’pray ye be short (good friends) the time is pretious,
     Welcom, good Sir.

     Lop.

     To be short then with your Mastership,
     (For I know your several hours are full of business)
     We have brought ye this young-man, of honest parents,
     And of an honest face.

     Bar.

     It seems so, Neighbours,
     But to what end?

     Lop.

     To be your Pupil, Sir,
     Your Servant, if you please.

     Lea.

     I have travell’d far, Sir,
     To seek a worthy man.

     Bar.

     Alas, good Gentleman,
     I am a poor man, and a private too,
     Unfit to keep a Servant of your Reckoning;
     My house a little Cottage, and scarce able
     To hold my self, and those poor few live under it;
     Besides, you must not blame me Gentlemen,
     If I were able to receive a Servant,
     To be a little scrupulous of his dealing,
     For in these times—­

     Lop.

     ’Pray let me answer that, sir,
     Here is five hundred Duckets, to secure him,
     He cannot want, Sir, to make good his credit,
     Good gold, and coin.