_Co_. You are not the first sweet Ladie has been overthrowne at Common Lawe. _Sis_. Not by tenn thousand, Sir. Confest: but I have no mind to come to issue with a Lawyer; when he should consider my cause at home, heele be at _Westminster_, teaching men the Statutes. No, no, I wo'not marry a Judge. _Co_. Why, Lady? _Sis_. They are casuall things and men that hold such strange opinions. _Co_. Lady, you may be misinform'd: _Astraea_ Hath not quite left the earth, and the abuses Of some which shame the calling are but like Patches of beauty on the shape of lawe To set the whitenes of. _Sis_. Farewell, Sir: You are in love with a barrd gown, not beauty; If you will be my learned Counsell, leave it --This yong thing is a foole or a fine fellow. [_Exit_. _Co_. She kicks and flings out like a Colt unwayed; Her witt's a better portion then her money; I would not love her yet, and I could help it.-- My Uncle and his Mistres: Ile not hinder em. [_Ex_. [SCENE 3.] _Enter Sir Francis and Ladie_. _La_. It is no honour, Sir, if arm'd with so Much eloquence you overcome a woman. I blush to say I love you now too much; I wish you would release what your sweet charmes Won from my tongue; I shall repent my promise. _Fra_. Make me not miserable after so much blessing. Why, Madam, tis on honourable tearmes, Since not upon the first attempt but after A tedious seige in to your faire love you give up What shall enrich us both. It were a sinne To feare you can retract what both our lipps Have seal'd, and loose a happines so neare And so secure. Your husband holds his pleasure Of early hunting constant, and when he Pursues the tymerous hare to morrow morne, _Cupid_ will waite to bring me to _Elizium_, Your bed, where every kisse shall new create us. _La_. You must be wise in your excuse, to quit His importunitie. _Fra_. Leave that to me: I weare not worth the name of him that serv'd you To loose my glorious hope for want of such A thinne device. In your thought wish me prosper, And I am fortifide against the power Of fate to seperate us; and when thou art Within the amorous circle of my armes, We will make lawes to love; teach him new motion Or chaine[247] him with the cordage of his haire, Like a tame thing, to walke, and watch our pillow And be our pleasures Centinell. _La_. I see My husband; tis not safe he should observe us: Be wise and constant. [_Exit Lady_. _Fra_. All that's sweet attend thee. So I am sailing now to my owne _Indies_, And see the happie Coast, too: How my wings Doe spread to catch the wind which comes to court 'em, And the green Sea, enamour'd on my barke, Doth leap to see how _Cupid_ sitts at helme. And steeres my soule to his new world. _Enter Sir Richard and Engine_. _Ri_. A monopolie say you For Perriwigs?