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Scæna Octava.

Enter Chrysolina, Marionetta, as in their Chamber.
Chrys.

I profess ingenuously, Sister, I am ashamed of it.

Mar.

And I likewise; for people give easily credit to
any report now a dayes.

Mar.

Let's rather be uncivil as admit them next time, Sister:
I love no such company, I'l assure you.

Enter Signior Pantaloni.
Pant.

Ladies, I am come to wait upon you again—according
to my duty—as in duty I am bound to undertake.

Chrys.

Sir, you are very welcome, I hope your mother is well.

Pant.

Yes, so sooth, Madam, how does your self?

Chrys.

In very good health, Sir, I thank you.

Pant.

I am very glad—But, hark you, Madam—one word
in private with you— to Mar.
This by your leave Mistris.

leads her aside.

Hark you me now—my mother and I were sitting by the
fire side last night, as it is our custom, you know, in the winter-nights
after supper; and—I do not know what we were talking
of: but, amongst the rest I remember, if I have not forgot,—
that she said—the said, sayes she—Now—whether this

be true or not, I cannot tell; you know best your self: but, I am
sure she said it.

Chrys.

What, pray Sir?

Pant.

Now—I vow—if it were true, I would be as glad of
it, as ever I was of my break fast in a cold day:—for, I protest
ingenuously, I am sure you know, I love to be serious.

Chrys.

Pray what's the matter, Sir?

Pant.

Why—I vow I know you would blush now, else I
would tell you it.

Chrys.

I beseech you resolve me, Sir.

Pant.

I vow, I can hardly do it now, I am so stupified—
with the rarity of the object of your person.

kisses her hand.
Chrys.

I can have no longer patience—

Pan.

—Nay, hold—here's it now—I hope you will not
tell it again; for it was told me as a great secret—why sayes
she—but, as I told you, I know not surely if it be true or not:
but, shall I tell you what I answered—Marry, Lady mother,
sayes I—I fear you are but scorning me.

Chrys.

But, what was it that she said, Sir?

Pant.

Why—I vow—she—even said—that—you loved
me—and O but I was blyth—

Chrys.

Hum—and is that all? keep such a long discourse for
nothing.

Pant.

O!—I hope you are not angry.

Chrys.

No, no, Sir.

Mar.

Why—you might have said all that in three words,
Sir.

Pant.

Nay—but prethee tell me if it be true: for, if it be not,
I shall win two Ryals from my mother: for, she and I laid a wager
upon it, and I am come here for nothing else but to be resolved of it.

Mar.

Well—then, you have win, Sir.

Pant.

Nay—do not mock me now; I prosess, I had rather
lose a dozen of Ryals before she should not love me: for, I am
sure—as sure as this glove is upon my hand—I love her.

Enter Boy.
Boy.

Madam, dinner is ready.

Chrys.

We come. Signior, will you dine with us, and—afterwards
we shall talk of that at more leasure.

Pant.

With all my heart, fair Ladyes, If you please, I will
sup with you, and lye with you too—I love your company so
well.

Exeunt omnes.