’Tis yet his own desire, but when he sees your face, I fear it will not be; therefore I charge you as you have pity, stop these tender ears from his enchanting voice, close up those eyes, that you may neither catch a dart from him, nor he from you; I charge you as you hope to live in quiet; for when I am dead, for certain I will walk to visit him if he break promise with me:  for as fast as Oaths without a formal Ceremony can make me, I am to him.

Pan.

  Then be fearless;
  For if he were a thing ’twixt God and man,
  I could gaze on him; if I knew it sin
  To love him without passion:  Dry your eyes,
  I swear you shall enjoy him still for me,
  I will not hinder you; but I perceive
  You are not what you seem, rise, rise Thalestris,
  If your right name be so.

Spa.

  Indeed it is not, Spaconia is my name; but I desire not to be
  known to other.

Pan.

Why, by me you shall not, I will never do you wrong, what good I can, I will, think not my birth or education such, that I should injure a stranger Virgin; you are welcome hither, in company you wish to be commanded, but when we are alone, I shall be ready to be your servant.

[Exeunt.

Enter three Men and a Woman.

1.

  Come, come, run, run, run.

2.

  We shall out-go her.

3.

  One were better be hang’d than carry out women fidling to these
  shews.

_ Wom_.

  Is the King hard by?

1.

  You heard he with the Bottles said, he thought we should come too
  late:  What abundance of people here is!

_ Wom_.

  But what had he in those Bottles?

3.

  I know not.

2.

  Why, Ink goodman fool.

3.

  Ink, what to do?

1.

  Why the King look you, will many times call for these
  Bottles, and break his mind to his friends.

_ Wom_.

  Let’s take our places, we shall have no room else.

2.

  The man told us he would walk o’ foot through the people.

3.

  I marry did he.

1.

  Our shops are well look’t to now.

2.

’Slife, yonder’s my Master, I think.

1.

  No ’tis not he.

Enter a man with two Citizens-wives.

1 Cit.

  Lord how fine the fields be, what sweet living ’tis in the
  Country!

2 Cit.

  I poor souls, God help ’em; they live as contentedly as one of
  us.

1 Cit.

  My husbands Cousin would have had me gone into the Country last
  year, wert thou ever there?