_Foo_. But he has now more land then three of the best in the shire, thanke the _Duchmen_ that have drunk up all the water. _Ri_. They water drinkers? _Foo_. Why not, as well as eate dry land? they are lin'd with butter, Sir, and feare no Dropsie. _Sir Richard reades_. _She has been absent theis two yeares; the occasion, her dislike and disaffection to a gentleman whome I confesse I did too seveerely urge her to marry. If she have liv'd with you, as my late intelligence hath enformed me, in the nature of a servant, which is beneath my wishes and her condition, I hope upon this knowledge you will with consideration of her quality (she being the onely Child and heire to my fortune) use her like a gentlewoman. And though my yeares have made me unfitt for travell, I do intend, upon returne of your Letters, personally to give you thankes for your respects to my Daughter, whome I shall receave as new blessing from you, and be happie upon any turne presented to expresse my selfe for your favours, your true friend and servant_ _W. Littleland._ My maide _Dorothy_ a Knights Daughter and heire! Doe you know your yong Mistresse. _Foo_. I shall be happie to see her and present her with a Letter & some token from her Ladie Mother. _Ri_. I pray trust me to deliver it. _Foo_. With all my hart, Sir, you may comand. [_Enter Thomas_. _Ri_. _Thomas_, pray entertaine this footman in the butterie; let him drinke and refresh himselfe, and set the cold chine of Beefe before him: he has ranne hard. _Tho_. That will stay his stomach, indeed, but Claret is your only binder. _Foo_. Sack, while you live, after a heat, Sir. _Tho_. Please you, my friend, ile shew you the way to be drunke. [_Exit. [Tho. with footman_. _Ri_. To my loving Daughter. May not this be a trick? By your favour, Madam. [_He opens the Letter_. _Enter Underwit_. Captaine, gather you the sence of that Letter while I peruse this. You know Mistress _Dorothy_. _Un_. I have had a great desire to know her, I confess, but she is still like the bottome of the map, _terra incognita_. I have been a long tyme hovering about the _Magellan_ streights, but have made no new discoveries. _Ri_. Ha! this is not counterfeit, I dare trust my owne Judgment; tis a very rich one. I am confirmed, and will scale them up agen. My Ladies woman Sir _Walter Littlelands_ Daughter and heire! What think you now of Mistris _Dorothy_? _Un_. A great deale better than I did; and yet I have lov'd her this halfe yeare in a kind of way. O' my conscience why may not I marry her? _Ri_. This Jewell was sent by her mother to her. _Un_. Deere Uncle conseale till I have talk'd with her. Oh for some witchcraft to make all sure. _Ri_. I like this well; shees here. _Enter Dorothy_.