Unc. Yes there may be.

Val. And without state too.

Unc. You are disposed to trifle, well, fare you well Sir, when you want me next, you’l seek me out a better sence.

Val. Farewell Uncle, and as you love your estate, let not me hear on’t. [Exit.

Unc. It shall not trouble you, I’le watch him still, And when his friends fall off then bend his will. [Exit.

Enter Isabella, and Luce.

Luce. I know the cause of all this sadness now, your sister has ingrost all the brave Lovers.

Isab. She has wherewithall, much good may’t do her, prethee speak softly, we are open to mens ears.

Luce. Fear not, we are safe, we may see all that pass, hear all, and make our selves merry with their language, and yet stand undiscovered, be not melancholy, you are as fair as she.

Isab. Who I?  I thank you, I am as haste ordain’d me, a thing slubber’d, my sister is a goodly portly Lady, a woman of a presence, she spreads sattens, as the Kings ships do canvas every where, she may spare me her misen, and her bonnets, strike her main Petticoat, and yet outsail me, I am a Carvel to her.

Luce. But a tight one.

Isab. She is excellent, well built too.

Luce. And yet she’s old.

Isab. She never saw above one voyage Luce, and credit me after another, her Hull will serve again, a right good Merchant:  she plaies, and sings too, dances and discourses, comes very near Essays, a pretty Poet, begins to piddle with Philosophic, a subtil Chymick Wench, and can extract the Spirit of mens Estates, she has the light before her, and cannot miss her choice for me, ’tis reason I wait my mean fortune.

Luce. You are so bashfull.

Isab. It is not at first word up and ride, thou art cozen’d, that would shew mad i’ faith:  besides, we lose the main part of our politick government:  if we become provokers, then we are fair, and fit for mens imbraces, when like towns, they lie before us ages, yet not carried, hold out their strongest batteries, then compound too without the loss of honour, and march off with our fair wedding, Colours flying.  Who are these?

Enter Franc, and Lance.

Luce. I know not, nor I care not.

Isab. Prethee peace then, a well built Gentleman.

Luce. But poorly thatcht.

Lance. Has he devour’d you too?

Fran. H’as gulp’d me down Lance.

Lance. Left you no means to study?

Fran. Not a farthing:  dispatcht my poor annuity I thank him, here’s all the hope I have left, one bare ten shillings.

Lan. You are fit for great mens services.

Fran. I am fit, but who’le take me thus? mens miseries are now accounted stains in their natures.  I have travelled, and I have studied long, observed all Kingdoms, know all the promises of Art and manners, yet that I am not bold, nor cannot flatter, I shall not thrive, all these are but vain Studies, art thou so rich as to get me a lodging Lance?