_Tho_. She bears her age well, or she is not sped Far into th'vale of yeares: she has an eye Piercing as is an Eglets when her damme, Training[60] her out into the serene air, Teaches her face the Sunbeames. _Bon_. Madam, I fear my friend Hath falne againe in love; he practises To himself new speeches; you and he are not Broke off, I hope. _Lady_. O, sir, I value my servant at a higher rate: We two must not easily disagree. Sir _Alexander_, attend in Mr. _Bonvill_. My daughter's up by this time, and I would have him give her the first salute. You had best be wary, _Bonvill_; the young cittizen or the souldier will rob you of her. _Bon_. O, we feare not them: shall we goe, sir? _Lady_. Nay, Ile detaine my servant. _Bon_. Harke you, sir, strike home; doe you heare? [_Exeunt Bonvill, Grimes, Lovell & Mag_. _Lady_. Servant, have you leasure To hear what I inioyne you? _Tho_. Your good pleasure. _Lady_. What shall I doe? I can no longer beare This flame so mortall; I have wearid heaven With my entreaties and shed teares enough To extinguish _Aetna_, but, like water cast On coales, they ad unto my former heate A more outragious fervor. I have tried All modest meanes to give him notice of My violent love, but he, more dull then earth, Either conceives them not or else, possessd With full affection of my daughter, scornes me. _Tho_. Madam, wilt please you to deliver your pleasure? _Lady_. _Thorowgood_, Not clouds of lightning, or the raging bolt Heavens anger darts at the offending world, Can with such horrid rigor peirce the earth As these sad words I must demonstrate to you Doe my afflicted brest.--Ime lost; my tongue When I would speake, like to an Isicle Disturbd by motion of unruly winds Shakes to pronounce't, yet freezes to my roofe Faster by th'agitation. _Tho_. Your full Judgment Could not have found an apter instrument For the performance of what you designe, Then I experience how much any man May become passive in obedience To the intent of woman, in my truth. Set the abstrusest comment on my faith Imagination can resolve, my study Shall mak't as easie as the plainest lines Which hearty lovers write. _Enter Timothy_. _Tim_. Madam, this letter and his humble vowes From your deserving sonn. _Lady_. He writes me here he will be here tomorrow. Where left you him? _Tim_. At your right worthy Cosens. _Lady_. What manner of man is this Mr. _Thurston_ He brings with him? _Tim_. A most accomplishd gentleman. _Lady_. 'Tis well: Mr. _Thoroegood_, Weele walke into the Gallery, and there Discourse the rest. _Tho_. I long till I receive the audience of it. _Tim_. Your ladiship will vouchsafe to meete The Gent[lemen] in your Coach some two miles hence? _Lady_. Ile thinke of it. [_Exeunt omnes_. (SCENE 2.) _Enter Sucket and Crackby[61].