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The sixth Scœne.

Enter Svsan by the middle Scœne.
Susan.

Pray you Sir, did you take up a Gentleumans
glove?

Artl.

It was my happinesse, and 'twould be much increased,
if I might kisse the hand that wore it.

Susan.

As I am a Gentleuman I shall be most carefull
to give your deservings their due commendations.

Artl.

May I be bold to enter with you?

Susan.

You are a stranger Sir, and it may give occasion
of jealousie. But I am my Ladies Gentleuman: I keepe
the key of her secrets, and if you please, her closet shall
conceale you; where you may dispose of Suckets and
Eringoe's for your refreshment. I pray Sir, call not a gentleumans
freenesse immodesty.

Artl.

My behaviour shall deserve your good opinion.

Susan.

Truely Sir, a man could not stand better in the
conceit of a gentleuman at first sight, then you doe in mine.
I hope your goodnesse will not misconster my readinesse to
humble my desires to your disposing.

Art.
You teach me language which my selfe should use:
But if my gratitude doth seeme to want
Verball expression, I had rather act
Then promise what I owe you.

Ieffr.
This is pretty foolery, Cousin.

Susan.

Sir, you appeare so repleat with goodnesse, that
I presume you cannot but answer the desires of a gentleuman,
who prostrates her love at the feete of your acceptance.

Artl.
Doth she love me? what greater secret
Hath Nature in her Workes then simpathie!
I doe conceive a thousand fond expressions,
Which throng so fast, they choake the passage up,
That none can finde an issue.

Ierk.

Out of fooles Paradise: thou art in it. But pray
you Gentleuman protract not his satisfaction with these
circumstantiall delayes. Whilst Mris. Dorothy and he are
busie, you and I will tast the sweet-meats in your Ladies
Closet.

Susan.

I understand you not.

Ieffr.

He meanes you should lie under him.

Susan.

Fie little one, that you should so offend the chast
eares of a Gentleuman. But to you Sir, the Load-stone of
my heart, that turnes it selfe at your motions pointing still
to the North of your Love.

Ieffr.

Indeed Mistris 'tis a cold corner, pray turne it to
the South, and let my needle run in your Diall.

Susan.

And since the ardor of my desires have urg'd my
blushes to discover them; let not your appearing worth
suffer such a disparagement to contemne a Gentleumans
willingnesse.

Art.

How's this! why friend, did she not seeme to come
instructed (by direction) with an embassie
As to prepare my love?

Ierk.

No, no, she loves thee her selfe. Take her. Me
thinks shee's very beautifull; what pinken-eyes; what
a sharpe chin! Why her features transcend Mopsa's in
the Arcadia.

Ieffr.

Hath she not studied it Cousin, thinke you? and

is transported to a humour of loving every man she sees.
I have known it in the Countrey in an age-decayed waiting-woman.

Artl.
I cannot answer her; my heart is bigg
With other thoughts; which till I am deliver'd of,
I suffer torments.

Susan.

Vnfortunate Gentleuman as I am, to be thus rejected.

Ieffr.
Will you resigne your interest? I'le court her folly.

Artl.
Take it,
But not t'abuse the others innocence.
Whilst I with sighes draw in th'unwilling ayre
Which she perfum'd at distance.

Ieffr.

Pray Gentleuman could you love me a little? I'm
very sportive.

Susan.

Truly young Gentleman, I doe not know what
I may doe when you come to your full growth.

Ieffr.

Blirt my Ladies Gentleuman, who taught you to
scoffe at a mans person?

Susan.

Cry ye mercy little Sir; you may be the father
of dwarfes. The sack begins to leave working and by this
time my Ladie expects her gentleuman. Farewell, unkind
Sir.

Goes forth by the middle Scene.
Ierk.

Farewell loving Gentleuman. She hath prevented
me. Sure friend she came but to mocke thee. 'Twas
little lesse then downeright impudence.

Ieffr.

Let's to the Taverne Sir, and drowne this passion
in a cup of Canary.

Ierk.

Come, come; I was ordained to doe thee good.
Thou knowst I had a Mistris, whose friends disliking my
wildnesse, marryed her to the Father of the Gentlewoman
whom thou lov'st (hornes be his punishment for it.) She
loves me still; and I doe not despaire of making him Cuckold.
Wee'l arme our selves with a quart or two, and
then I'le bring thee to her.

Artl.
Ayd me love, wit and fate; that my desires
Burne not themselves without her equall fires.

Ierk.
More passions yet! If thou the marke wouldst hit,
Let Sacke inspire thee: 'tis the Soule of Wit.

Ieffr.
Sack that makes Prophets; gives a Poet birth:
And then a wench; Elysium upon Earth.

Goe forth by the left Scœne.