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ACT. I.

SCEN. I.

Enter Mrs. Day, Mrs. Arbella, Mrs. Ruth, Colonel Blunt, and a Hackney Coachman.
Mrs. Day enters brushing her Hoods, and Scarfs.
Mrs. Day.
Now out upon't, how dusty 'tis;
All things consider'd, 'tis better
Travelling in the Winter; especially for us of the better sort,
That ride in Coaches; and yet to say truth, warm weather is
Both pleasant and comfortable: 'tis a thousand pities
That fair weather should do any hurt. Well said, honest
Coachman, thou hast done thy part: My son Abel
Paid for my place at Redding, did he not?

Coach.
Yes, and please you.

Mrs. Day.
Well, there's something
Extraordinary to make thee drink.

Coach.
By my Whip, 'tis a groat of more
Then ordinary thinness.—
[Aside.
Plague on this new Gentry, how liberal they are. Farewel,
Young Mistris; farewel, Gentlemen: Pray when you come by
Redding let Toby carry you.
[Exit Coachman.

Mrs. Day.
Why how now Mrs. Arbella?
What, sad? why what's the matter?

Arbel.
I am not very sad.

Mrs. Day.
Nay, by my honour you need not;
If you knew as much as I. Well—
I'le tell you one thing, you are well enough, you need not fear
Who ever does; say I told you so,—if you do not hurt your
Self: for as cunning as he is, and let him be as cunning as
He will, I can see with half an eye, that my son Abel
Means to take care of you in your Composition, and will
Needs have you his guest: Ruth and you shall be bed-fellows.
I warrant that same Abel many and many a time
Will wish his Sisters place; or else his Father ne're
Got him: though I say it, that shou'd not say it, yet I do
Say it—'tis a notable fellow.—

Arb.
I am fallen into strange hands,
If they prove as busie as her tongue—

[Aside.
Mrs. Day.
And now you talk of
This same Abel, I tell you but one thing,
I wonder that neither he nor my husbands Honours
Chief Clerk Obadiah, is not here ready to attend me: I
Dare warrant my son Abel has been here two hours
Before us. 'Tis the veriesi princox;
He will ever be a galloping, and
Yet he is not full one and twenty, for all his appearances:
He never stole this trick of galloping; his father
Was just such another before him,
And wou'd gallop with the best of 'um: he and Mistris Busies
Husband were counted the best horse-men in Redding, I and
Berkshiere to boot. I have rode formerly behinde Mr. Busie,
But in truth I cannot now endure to travel but in a Coach;
My own was at present in disorder, and so I was fain
To shift in this; but I warrant you, if his Honour, Mr. Day,
Chair-man of the honourable Committee of Sequestrations,
Shou'd know that his Wife rode in a Stage-Coach, he
Wou'd make the house too hot for some.—Why, how is't
With you, Sir? what, weary of your Journey?

[To the Col.
Col. Bl.
Her tongue will never tire—
[Aside.
So many, Mistress, riding in the Coach
Has a little distemper'd me with heat.

Mrs. Day.
So many Sir? why there was but six—
What wou'd you say if I should tell you,
That I was one of the eleven that travell'd
At one time in one Coach?

C. Bl.
O the devil! I have given her a new Theam—

[Aside.
Mrs. Day.
Why, I'le tell you—Can you guess how 'twas?

C. Bl.
Not I truly. But 'tis no matter, I do believe it.

Mrs. Day.
Look you, thus 'twas;
There was, in the first place, my self,
And my Husband, I shou'd have said first; but his Honour
Wou'd have pardoned me, if he had heard me;
Mr. Busie that I told you of, and his Wife;
The Mayor of Redding, and his Wife;
And this Ruth that you see there, in one of our laps—
But now, where do you think the rest were?

C. Bl.
A top o'th Coach sure.

Mrs. Day.
Nay, I durst swear you wou'd
Never guess—why—
Wou'd you think it;
I had two growing in my belly,
Mrs. Busie one in hers, and Mrs. Mayoress of Redding
A chopping Boy, as it proved afterwards in hers;
As like the Father as if it had been spit out of his mouth;
And if he had come out of his mouth, he had come
out of as honest a mans mouth as any in forty miles
Of the head of him:
For wou'd you think it,
At the very same time when this same Ruth was sick,
It being the first time the Girle was ever coach'd,
The good man Mr. Mayor,
I mean, that I spoke of,
Held his Hat for the Girle to ease her Stomach in.—
Enter Abel and Obadiah.
—O are you come,
Long look't for comes at last.
What,—you have a slow set pace,
As well as your hasty scribble sometimes:
Did you not think it fit, that I shou'd have found
Attendance ready for me when I alighted.

Obad.
I ask your honours pardon; for I do
Profess unto your Ladiship I had attended sooner,
But that his young honour Mr. Abel
Demurr'd me by his delayes.

Mrs. Day.
Well, son Abel,
You must be obey'd,
And I partly, if not, guess your business;
Providing for the entertainment of one I have in my eye;
Read her and take her:
Ah, is't not so?

Abel.
I have not been deficient in my care forsooth.

Mrs. Day.
Will you never leave your forsooths,
Art thou not asham'd
to let the Clerk carry himself better,
And shew more breeding then his Masters Son.

Abel.
If it please your honour, I have some business
For your more private ear.

Mrs. Day.
Very well.

Ruth.
What a lamentable condition has
That Gentleman been in, faith I pitty him?

Arbel.
Are you so apt to pitty men?

Ruth.
Yes, men that are humorsome,
As I would children that are froward;
I wou'd not make them cry a purpose.

Arbel.
Well, I like his humor, I dare
Swear he's plain and honest.

Ruth.
Plain enough of all conscience;
Faith I'le speak to him.

Arb.
Nay prethee don't, he'l think thee rude?

Ruth.
Why then I'le think him an ass.—
How is't after your journey Sir?

C. Bl.
Why, I am worse after it.

Ruth.
Do you love riding in a Coach Sir?

C. Bl.
No forsooth, nor talking after riding in a Coach.

Ruth.
I shou'd be loath
To interrupt your meditations Sir:
We may have the fruits hereafter.

C. Bl.
If you have; they shall break loose spite of my teeth;
This spawn is as bad as the great Pike.

[Aside.
Arbel.
Prethee peace Sir—We wish you all happiness.

C. Bl.
And quiet good sweet Ladies,—
I like her well enough.—
Now wou'd not I have her say any more, for fear she
Shou'd jeer too, and spoil my good opinion;
If 'twere possible, I wou'd think well of one woman.

Mrs. Day.
Come Mrs. Arbella, 'tis as I told you,
Abel has done it; say no more: take her by the hand Abel.
I profess she may venter to take thee for better, for worse:
Come Mrs. the honourable Committee will sit suddenly.
Come, let's along. Farewel Sir.

[Exeunt.
C. Bl.
How, the Committe ready to sit. Plague
[Manet C. Blunt.
On their honours; for so my honour'd Lady,
That was one of the eleven, was pleas'd to call 'um.
I had like to have come a day after the fair:
'Tis pretty, that such as I have been, must compound
For their having been rascals.
Well, I must go look a Lodging, and a Soliciter:
I'le finde the arrantest rogue I can too:
For according to the old saying,
Set a Thief to catch a Thief.

Enter Col. Careless, and Lieutenant.
C. Careless.
Dear Blunt, well met,
When came you man?

C. Bl.
Dear Careless, I did not think to have met thee
So suddenly. Lieutenant, your Servant;
I am landed just now man.

C. Car.
Thou speak'st as if thou hadst been at Sea?

C. Bl.
It's pretty well guest, I have been in a storm.

C. Car.
What business brought thee?

C. Bl.
May be the same with yours:
I am come to Compound with their Honors.

C. Car.
That's my business too;
Why, the Committee sits suddenly?

C. Bl.
Yes, I know it;
I heard so in the storm I told thee of.

C. Car.
What storm man?

C. Bl.
Why, a tempest as high as ever blew from
Womans breath: I have rode in a Stage Coach, wedged in
With half a dozen; one of them was a Committee-mans
Wife; his name is Day:
And she accordingly will be call'd
Your Honour, and your Ladiship; with a tongue that
Wags as much faster then all other womens, as in the
Several motions of a Watch, the hand of the minute
Moves faster then that of the hours. There was her
Daughter too; but a Bastard without question;
For she had no resemblance to the rest of the noch'd
Rascals, and very pretty, and had wit enough
To jeer a man in prosperity to death.—
There was another Gentlewoman,
And she was handsome, nay very handsome;
But I kept her from being as sad as the rest.

C. Car.
Prethee, how man?

C. Bl.
Why, she began with two or three good words,
And I desired her she would be quiet
While she was well.

C. Car.
Thou wei't not be so mad?

C. Bl.
I had been mad if I had not,—
But when we came to our journeys end, there met us two
Such formal and stately Rascals,
That yet pretended Religion,
And open Rebellion ever painted:
It was the hopes,
And guide of the honourable Family, viz.
The eldest Son,
And the chiefest Clerk-rogues—
—And hereby hangs a tail.
This Gentlewoman I told thee
I kept civil, by desiring her to say nothing,
Is a rich Heir of one that dy'd in the
Kings service, and left his Estate under Sequestration.
This young Chicken has this kite snatch'd up,
And designs her for this her eldest Rascal.

C. Car.
What a dull fellow wer't thou,
Not to make love, and rescue her?

C. Bl.
I'le woo no Woman.

C. Car.
Woud'st thou have them court thee?
A Souldier, and not love a Siege!
How now, who art thou?

Enter Teg.
Teg.
A poor Irishman, and Christ save me, and save you all;
I prethee give me six pence, gad mastero.

C. Car.
Six pence? I see thou wou'dst not lose any thing
For want of asking. Here, I am pretty near,
There's a groat for thy confidence.

Teg.
By my troth it is too little.

C. Car.
Troth, like enough:
How long hast thou been in England?

Teg.
Ever since I came hither, i'faith.

C. Car.
That's true; what hast thou done
Since thou cam'st into England?

Teg.
Serv'd God and St. Patrick, and my good
Sweet King, and my good sweet Master; yes indeed.

C. Car.
And what do'st thou do now?

Teg.
Cry for them every day upon my soul.

C. Car.
Why, where's thy Master?

Teg.
He's dead mastero, and left poor Teg;
Upon my soul, he never serv'd poor Teg so before.

C. Car.
Who was thy master?

Teg.
E'ne the good Colonel Danger.

C. Car.
He was my dear and noble friend.

Teg.
Yes that he was, and poor Tegs too, i'faith now.

C. Car.
What do'st thou mean to do?

Teg.
I will get a good master, if any good master wou'd
Get me; I cannot te'l what to do else, by my soul, that
I cannot; for I have went and gone to one Lilly's;
He lives at that house, at the end of another house,
By the May-pole-house; and tells every body by one
Star, and 'tother Star, what good luck they shall have;
But he cou'd not tell nothing for poor Teg.

C. Car.
Why man?

Teg.
Why, 'tis done by the Stars;
And he told me there were no Stars for Irishmen:
I told him he told two or three lies upon my soul;
There were as many Stars in Ireland as in England,
And more too, that there are; and if a good Master
Cannot get me, I will run into Ireland, and see
If the Stars be not there still; and if they be,
I will come back i'faith, and beat his pate,
If he will not, then tell me some good luck, and some Stars.

C. Car.
Poor fellow, I pitty him; I fancy he's simply
Honest: Hast thou any trade?

Teg.
Bo, bub bub bo, a trade, a trade! an Irishman a trade!
An Irish man scorns a trade, that he does; I will
Run for thee forty miles; but I scorn t'have a trade.

C. Bl.
Alas, poor simple fellow.

C. Car.
I pitty him; nor can I indure to see any miserable
That can weep for my Prince, and Friend. Well, Teg, what
Sayest thou if I will take thee?

Teg.
Why, I will say thou wilt do very well then.

C. Car.
Thy master was my dear friend; wert thou with
Him when he was kill'd?

Teg.
Yes, upon my soul, that I was, and I did houl over
Him, and I ask't him why he would leave poor Teg;
And i'faith I staid kissing his sweet face, till the
Rogues came upon me and took away all from me;
And I was naked till I got this Mantle, that I was:
I have never any victuals neither, but a little snuff.

C. Car.
Come, thou shalt live with me; love me
As thou didst thy master.

Teg.
That I will i'faith, if thou would'st be good too.

C. Car.
Now to our business; for I came
But last night my self; and the Lieutenant and I
Were just going to seek a Solicitor.

C. Bl.
One may serve us all; what say you, Lieutenant,
Can you furnish us?

Lieu.
Yes, I think I can help you to plough
With a Heifer of their own.

C. Car.
Now I think on't, Blunt, why didst not
Thou begin with the Committee-mans Cow?

C. Bl.
Plague on her, she lowbell'd me so,
That I thought of nothing,
But stood shrinking like a dead Lark.

Lieu.
But hark you, gentlemen, there's an ill-tasting doze
To be swallowed first; there's a Covenant to be taken.

Teg.
Well, what is that Covenant?
By my soul I will take it for my new Master,
If I cou'd, that I wou'd.

C. Car.
Thank thee Teg,—A Covenant, sayest thou?

Teg.
Well, where is that Covenant?—

C. Car.
We'l not swear, Lieutenant.

Lieu.
You must have no Land then.

C. Bl.
Then farewel acres, and may the dirt choak them.

C. Car.
'Tis but being reduc't to Tegs equipage;
'Twas a lucky thing to have a fellow that can
Teach one this cheap diet of snuff.

Lieu.
Come Gentlemen, we must lose no more time;
I'le carry you to my poor house, where you shall lodge:
For know, I am married to a most illustrious person,
That had a kindeness for me.

C. Car.
Prethee, how didst thou light upon this good fortune?

Lieu.
Why, you see there are Stars in England,
Though none in Ireland,: Come Gentlemen,
Time calls us; you shall have my story hereafter.

C. Bl.
Plague on this Covenant.

Lieu.
Curse it not, 'twill prosper then.

C. Car.
Come Teg, however I have a suit of
Cloathes for thee; thou shalt lay by thy Blanket
For some time: It may be thee and I may be
Reduc'd together to thy Country fashion.

Teg.
Upon my soul, joy, for I will carry thee
Then into my Countrey too.

C. Car.
Why, there's the worst on't,
The best will help it self.

[Exeunt.
Enter Mr. Day, and Mrs. Day.
Mr. Day.
Welcome sweet Duck; I profess
Thou hast brought home good company indeed;
Money and moneys worth: if we can
But now make sure of this heir, Mrs. Arbella,
For our Son Abel.

Mrs. Day.
If we can? you are ever at your (Ifs;)
You'r afraid of your own shadow; I can tell you
One (if) more; that is (if) I did not bear you up,
Your heart wou'd be down in your Breeches
At every turn: well,—if I were gone,
There's another If for you.

Mr. Day.
I profess thou sayest true,
I shou'd not know what to do indeed;
I am beholding to thy good counsel for many
Good thing; I had ne're got Ruth
Nor her Estate into my fingers else.

Mrs. Day.
Nay, in that business too you were at
Your (ifs:) Now you see she goes currantly
For our own Daughter, and this Arbella shall be
Our daughter too, or she shall have no estate.

Mr. Day.
If we cou'd but do that Wife?

Mrs. Day.
Yet again at your Ifs.

Mr. Day.
I have done, I have done; your counsel
Good duck; you know I depend upon that.

Mrs. Day.
You may well enough, you finde
The sweet on't; and to say truth, 'tis known too well,
That you relied upon it: In truth they are ready
To call me the Committee man: they well
Perceive the weight that lies upon me Husband.

Mr. Day.
Nay, good duck, no chiding now,
But to your councel.

Mrs. Day.
In the first place (observe how I lay a design
In politicks) d'ye mark, counterfeit me
A Letter from the King, where he shall offer you great
Matters to serve him, and his Interest under-hand
Very good, and in it let him remember his kinde
Love and service to me: This will make them look
About 'um, and think you some body: then promise them
If they'l be true friends to you, to live and dye
With them, and refuse all great offers, then whilst 'tis warm
Get the composition of Arbella's Estate into your own power,
Upon your design of marrying her to Abel.

Mr. Day.
Excellent.

Mrs. Day.
Mark the luck on't too, their names sound alike;
Abel and Arbella, they are the same to a trifle,
It seemeth a providence.

Mr. Day.
Thou observest right Duck,
Thou canst see as far into a Mil-stone as another.

Mrs. Day.
Pish, do not interrupt me.

Mr. Day.
I do not good duck, I do not.

Mrs. Day.
You do not, and yet you do;
You put me off from the concatenation of my discourse:
Then, as I was saying, you may intimate
To your honourable fellows, that one good turn
Deserves another. That language is understood amongst you.
I take it, ha.

Mr. Day.
Yes, yes, we use those Items often.

Mrs. Day.
Well, interrupt me not.

Mr. Day.
I do not good Wife.

Mrs. Day.
You do not, and yet you do;
By this means get her composition put wholly into your hands,
And then no Abel no Land,—but—in the mean time
I wou'd have Abel do his part too.

Mr. Day.
I, I, there's a want I found it.

Mrs. Day.
Yes, when I told you so before.

Mr. Day.
Why, that's true Duck, he is too backward;
If I were in his place, and as young as I have been.

Mrs. Day.
O you'd do wonders; but now I think on't,
There may be some use made of Ruth;
'Tis a notable witty harlottry.

Mr. Day.
You were so, when I told you
I had thought on't first,—let me see, it shall be so:
We'l set her to instruct Abel in the first place;
And then to incline Arbella, they are hand and glove;
And women can do much with one another.

Mr. Day.
Thou hast hit upon my own thoughts.—

Mrs. Day.
Pray call her in;
You thought of that too, did you not.

Mr. Day.
I will duck; Ruth, why Ruth.

Enter Ruth.
Ruth.
Your pleasure Sir.

Mr. Day.
Nay, 'tis my Wives desire that—

Mrs. Day.
Well, if it be your Wives, she can best tell
It her self I suppose: d'ye hear Ruth, you may
Do a business that may not be the worse for you:
You know I use but few words.

Ruth.
What does she call a few?—

[Aside.
Mrs. Day.
Look you now, as I said, to be short,
And to the matter, my Husband and I do design this
Mrs. Arbella for our son Abel, and the young
Fellow is not forward enough you conceive, prethee give
Him a little instructions how to demean himself,
And in what manner to speak, which we call address,
To her; for Women best know what will please women;
Then work on Arbella on the other side, work I say
My good girle, no more but so: you know my custom
Is to use but few words. Much may be said in a little,
You shan't repent it.

Mr. Day.
And I say something too Ruth.

Mrs. Day.
What need you, do you not see it all
Said already to your hand, what sayest thou girle.

Ruth.
I shall do my best.—I wou'd not lose
The sport for more then I speak of.—

[Aside.
Mrs. Day.
Go call Abel good Girle. By bringing this
To pass husband we shall secure our selves
If the King shou'd come; you'l be hanged else.

[Exit Ruth
Mr. Day.
Oh good Wife, let's secure our selves
By all means, there's a wise saying, 'Tis good to have a
Shelter against every storm. I remember that.

Mrs. Day.
You may well, when you heard me say it so often.

Enter Ruth with Abel.
Mr. Day.
O son Abel, d'ye hear.

Mrs. Day.
Pray hold your peace,
And give everybody leave to tell their own tale.—
D'hear son Abel, I have formerly told you
That Arbella wou'd be a good Wife for you;
A word's enough to the wise: some endeavours must
Be used, and you must not be deficient. I have spoken
To your sister Ruth to instruct you what to say,
And how to carry your self; observe her Directions as
You'l answer the contrary; be confident, and put home.
Ha boy, hadst thou but thy mothers pate. Well,
'Tis but a folly to talk of that, that cannot be;
Be sure you follow your sisters directions.

Mr. Day.
Be sure boy.—
Well said duck, I say.

[Exeunt.
Manet Ruth and Abel.
Ruth.
Now Brother Abel.

Ab.
Now sister Ruth?

Ruth.
Hitherto he observes me punctually,
[Aside.
Have you a months minde to this
Gentlewoman Mistress Arbella?

Ab.
I have not known her a week yet.

Ruth.
O cry you mercy good brother Abel.
Well, to begin then, You must alter your posture,
And by your grave and high demeanor make your self
Appear a hole above Obadiah; lest your Mistriss
Should take you for such another scribble scrabble as he is,
And alwayes hold up your head as if it were
Bolster'd up with high matters, your hands joyn'd
Flat together, projecting a little beyond the rest of your
Body as ready to separate when you begin to open.

Abel.
Must I go apace or softly.

Ruth.
O gravely by all means, as if you were loaded
With weighty confiderations so.—Very well.
Now to apply our prescription: Suppose now that I
Were your Mistriss Arbella, and meet you by
Accident; keep your posture so, and when you come
Just to mee, start like a Horse that has spy'd
Something on one side of him, and give a little gird
Out of the way on a suddain; declaring that you
Did not see her before, by reason of your deep
Contemplations: then you must speak, let's hear.

Abel.
God save you Mistriss.

Ruth.
O fie man, you shou'd begin thus; Pardon
Mistriss my profound contemplations, in which I was so
Buried that I did not see you: And then as she answers proceed
I know what she'l say, I am so us'd to her.

Abel.
This will do well if I forget it not.

Ruth.
Well try once.

Abel.
Pardon Mistriss my profound Contemplations,
In which I was so hid, that you cou'd not see me.

Ruth.
Better sport then I expected.
[Aside.
Very well done, you'r perfect: then she will answer,
Sir, I suppose you are so busied with State affairs,
That it may well hinder you from taking notice
Of any thing below them.

Abel.
No forsooth, I have some profound
Contemplations, but no State Affairs.

Ruth.
O fie man, you must confess, that the weighty
Affairs of State lie heavy upon you; but 'tis a burthen
You must bear, and then shrug your shoulders.

Ab.
Must I say so, I am afraid my Mother will be angry,
For she takes all the State matters upon her self.

Ruth.
Pish, did she not charge you to be rul'd by me;
Why man, Arbella will never have you;
If she be not made believe you can do great matters
With Parliament men, and Committee men;
How shou'd she hope for any good
By you else in her composition.

Ab.
I apprehend you now, I shall observe.

Ruth.
'Tis well at this time, I'le say no more;
Put your self in your posture so:
Now go look your Mistriss;
I'le warrant you the Town's our own.

Abel.
I go.
[Exit Abel.

Ruth.
Now I have fix'd him, not to go off
Till he discharges on his Mistriss. I cou'd burst with laughing.

Enter Arbella.
Arb.
What do'st thou laugh at Ruth?

Ruth.
Didst thou meet my brother Abel?

Arb.
No.

Ruth.
If thou hadst met him right,
He had played at hard head with thee.

Arb.
What do'st thou mean;

Ruth.
Why, I have been teaching him to wooe,
By command of my Superiors, and have instructed
Him to hold up his head so high, that of necessity he must
Run against every thing that comes in his way.

Arb.
Who is he to wooe?

Ruth.
Even thy own sweet self.

Arb.
Out upon him.

Ruth.
Nay, thou wilt be rarely courted;
I'le not spoil the sport by telling thee any
Thing beforehand; they have sent to Lilly
And his learning being built upon knowing what most
People wou'd have him say:
He has told them for a certain, that Abel shall
Have a rich heir, and that must be you.

Arb.
Must be.

Ruth.
Yes, Committee men can compel more then Stars.

Arb.
I fear this too late;
You are their daughter Ruth?

Ruth.
I deny that.

Arb.
How?

Ruth.
Wonder not that I begin thus freely with you,
'Tis to invite your confidence in me.

Arb.
You amaze me.

Ruth.
Pray do not wonder, nor suspect,—
When my Father Sir Basil Throughgood dyed, I was
Very young, not above two years old: 'tis too long
To tell you how this rascal being a Trustee,
Catch'd me and my estate, being the sole heir unto my
Father into his gripes; and now for some years
Has confirm'd his unjust power by the unlawful
Power of the times: I fear they have designs as bad as
This on you: You see I have no reserve, and endeavour
To be thought worthy of your friendship.

Arb.
I embrace it with as much clearness,
Let us love and assist one another.—
Wou'd they marry me to this their first born puppy.

Ruth.
No doubt, or keep your composition from you.

Arb.
'Twas my ill fortune to fall into such hands,
Foolishly enticed by fair words and
Large promises of assistance.

Ruth.
Peace.

Enter Obadiah.
Obad.
Mrs. Ruth, my Master is demanding your company,
Together, and not singly, with Mrs. Arbella;
You will finde them in the Parlor:
The Committee being ready to sit,
Calls upon my care and circumspection to set in order
The weighty matters of State,
For their wise and honourable inspection.

[Exit.
Ruth.
We come; come dear Arbella, never be perplex'd,
Chearful spirits are the best bladders to swim with:
If thou art sad, the weight will sink thee:
Be secret, and still know me for no other then what
I seem to be, their daughter. Another time
Thou shalt know all particulars of my strange story.

Arb.
Come wench, they cannot bring us to compound
For our humors; they shall be free still.

[Exeunt.