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The fifth Scœne.
Enter Littlevvord and Mris. Tongall , by the middle Scœne.Lady.
Welcome Mistris Tongall; welcome. You are
the onely company in the neighbour-hood. A Ladie can
ill be without you.
Tong.
This Gentleman Madame, whom I presume to
commend to your Ladiships acquaintance, is of worthy
birth and education: the Littlewords are not moderne; besides
their Auncestors were great Philosophers.
Susan.
And the latter great fooles.
Tong.
Goe, and talke to her. I'le tell your Ladiship a
strange thing of the Little-words. In seven generations
there was but one girle, and shee dyed an infant. Contrariwise
of the Tongalls there's but one man left, that's my
Husband, and he's a Lawyer: now your Ladiship knowes
hee gets nothing but wenches. Speake to her Mr. Little-word.
La.
Is the Gentleman of so good education?
Tong.
Extraordinary Madame; hee's a wit. I would
my Tynny were worthy of him, he should seeke no further.
I pray Mr. Littleword speake to her.
Lady.
Can he Poetise Mris. Tongall?
Tong.
Excellently Madame; hee hath things in print.
His next dedication shall be to your Ladiship. Why doe
you not goe and talke to her?
Lady.
What estate hath he?
Tong.
Five hundred a yeare present possession, more in
reversion. This Gentleman, Mris. Dorothy, is my friend,
and desire's to bee your servant. I have made way now,
why doe you not speake to her? I am bold to commend
him to your liking.
Doro.
Pray you Mris. Tongall, what wages takes he?
You mistake Mris. Dorothy; 'tis your love hee
would serve you for.
Doro.
That's a cold reward; a Livery would keepe
him warmer.
Ton.
Fie, that you will not speake to her. And how
doth your Ladiship like an old man?
Lady.
A cold bed fellow. But Religion and Conscience.
Now 'tis done I must love him. Would hee were not
jealous.
Tong.
None are so confident (Madame) as cuckolds.
But your Ladiships knowne vertue will soone put out the
eyes of his suspition. Speake to her Mr. Littleword.
Susan.
I would not now for all the Sacke in Spaine my
loving humour were upon mee. This dumb Gentleman
would make me forsweare the qualitie.
Dorot.
Sure Mris. Tongall your friend would make an
excellent midwife; he can keepe secrets.
Tong.
'Tis his modestie Mris. Dorothy. Blesse mee that
you would not speake to her.
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