_Will_. Ile answere for her, because I know her Ladiship to be a perfect maide indeed. _Bul_. How canst thou know that? _Will_. Passing perfectly I warrant ye. _Ia_. By measuring her necke twice, and trying if it will come about hir forehead, and slip over her nose? _Will_. No Sir no, by a rule that will not slip so I warrant you, which for her honours sake I will let slip unto you. Gods so _Iack_, I thinke they have supt. _Ia_. Bir Lady we have waited well the while. _Will_. Well though they have lost their attendance, let not us lose our supper, _Iack_. _Ia_. I doe not meane it; come Sir you shall goe in, and drinke with us yfaith. _Bul_. _Pardonne moy, mounsieur_. _both_. No pardoning in truth Sir. _Bul. Ie vous remercie de bon Ceur_. [_Exeunt_. SCAENA 2. _Enter Goosecappe, Rudesby, Fouleweather, Eugenia, Hippol., Penelope, Wynne_. _Rud_. A plague on you, sweet Ladies, tis not so late; what needed you to have made so short a supper? _Goos_. In truth Sir _Cutt_. we might have tickled the vanity ant an howre longer, if my watch be trustible. _Foul_. I but how should theis beauties know that Sir _Gyles_? your watch is mortall, and may erre. _Go_. Thats sooth Captaine, but doe you heare honest friend, pray take a light, and see if the moone shine, I have a Sunne Diall will resolue presently. _Fo_. Howsoever beleeve it, Ladies, tis unwholesome, uncourtly, unpleasant to eate hastely, and rise sodainly; a man can shew no discourse, no witt, no stirring, no variety, no pretty conceits, to make the meate goe downe emphatically. _Eu_. _Wynnefred_. _Wyn_. Madam. _Eu_. I prethee goe to my uncle the Lord _Monford_, and intreat him to come quicken our Eares with some of his pleasant Spirit; This same _Fowleweather_ has made me so melancholly, prethie make haste. _Wyn_. I will Madam. [_Exit_. _Hip_. We will bid our guests good night, Madam; this same _Fowleweather_ makes me so sleepy. _Pen_. Fie uppon it; for Gods sake shut the Casements, heres such a fulsome Aire comes into this Chamber; in good faith Madame you must keepe your House in better reparations, this same _Fowlweather_ beats in so filthily. _Eug_. Ile take order with the Porter for it, Lady: good night, gentlemen. _Ru_. Why good night, and be hangd, and you'l needs be gon. _Goos_. God give you good night Madams, thanke you for my good cheere, weele tickle the vanity ant no longer with you at this time but ile indite your La. to supper at my lodging one of these mornings; and that ere long too, because we are all mortall you know. _Eu_, Light the Lady _Penelope_, and the Lady _Hippolyta_ to their Chambers; good night faire Ladies. _Hip_. Good night, Madam; I wish you may sleep well after your light supper. _Eug_, I warrant you, Lady, I shall never be troubled with dreaming of my _French_ Suter. [_Exeunt_.