_Sis_. What opinion (Still with a confidence of your cleere thoughts) Holdes he of the Knight Sir _Francis Courtwell_, That often visits us? _Lady_. Sure a Noble one, If I may aske my Innocence; yet I find Him very amorous. O my husband loves him; He is a powerfull man at Court, whose friendship Is worth preserving. Sister, I confesse His nobleness and person hath prevaild With mee to give him still the freest welcome My modestie and honor would permitt; But if I thought my husband had a scruple His visits were not honourable, I Should soone declare how much I wish his absence. _Un_. Your Mistresse and my Lady; I have some Affaires require despatch, ile leave you to 'em. [_Exit_. _Sis_. My witty servant! _Lady_. Most pretious Alamode, Monsir _Device_! _De_. I blesse my lipps with your white handes. _Lady_. You come to take your leave as knowing by instinct wee have but halfe an hour to stay. _Sis_. Wee are for the Countrey as fast as your _Flanders_ mares will trott, sir. _De_. That's a Solecisme till the Court remove;--are you afraid of the small pox? _Sis_. The less the better for a gentlewoman. _De_. And the greater more genty for a Cavallier. By this glove (a pretty embroidery is't not?) you must not deprive us so soone of your sweet presence. Why, there's a Ball to night in the _Strand_ and tomorrow I had a purpose to waite upon you to the pictures; I ha' bespoke regalias[231] there, too. There will be a new play shortly, a pretty Comedy written by a profest Scholler: he scornes to take money[232] for his witt, as the Poetts doe. _Lady_. He is Charitable to the Actors. _Sis_. It may be their repentance enough to play it. _De_. You must needs stay and give your opinion. What will become of me when you are gon, Ladie? _Lady_. If your devotion catch not cold you may breath your _Barbary_ and visit us, where you may be confident of your welcome. _De_. I dare as soone doubt I was Christned. But pray let us visit the Exchange and take a trifle to weare for my sake before you goe. What say, Madam? my owne Coach is at dore, the lyning is very rich and the horses are very well matcht. _Lady_. Alas, wee expect upon my husbands returne to take Coach imediatlie. _Sis_. But if wee see you in the Countrey you will doe us an honour? _De_. You invite me to my happines. I can play well o' the kittar; I thinke your musique is but course there; wee'le have a Countrey dance after supper and a song. I can talke loud to a Theorbo[233], too, and thats cald singing. Now, yee shall heare my Ballet. _Sis_. Did you make a Ballet?