TAF. 'Tis true: he is the man. Yet will I bear some dozen more in hand,[363] And make them all my gulls. ADRI. Mistress, stand aside. _Enter_ BOUTCHER _and_ CONSTANTIA. Young Boutcher comes: let me alone to touch him. BOUT. This is the house. CON. And that's the chamber-maid. BOUT. Where's the widow, gentle Adriana? ADRI. The widow, sir, is not to be spoken to. BOUT. Not spoke to? I must speak with her. ADRI. Must you? Come you with authority, or do you come To sue her with a warrant, that you must speak with her? BOUT. I would entreat it. ADRI. O, you would entreat it? May not I serve your turn? may not I unfold Your secrets to my mistress? Love is your suit? BOUT. It is, fair creature. ADRI. And why did you fall off, When you perceived my mistress was so coming?[364] D' you think she is still the same? BOUT. I do. ADRI. Why so! I took you for a novice: and I must think You know not yet the inwards of a woman. Do you not know that women are like fish, Which must be struck, when they are prone to bite, Or all your labour's lost? But, sir, walk here; And I'll inform my mistress your desires. [_Exit._ CON. Master. BOUT. Boy. CON. Come not you for love? BOUT. I do, boy. CON. And you would have the widow? BOUT. I would. CON. By Jove, I never saw one go about his business More untowardly: why, sir, do not you know, That he which would be inward[365] with the mistress, Must make a way first through the waiting-maid? If you will know the widow's affections, Feel first the waiting gentlewoman; do it, master: Some half a dozen kisses were not lost Upon this gentlewoman; for you must know, These waiting-maids are to their mistresses, Like porches unto doors; you pass the one, Before you can have entrance at the other. Or like your mustard to your piece of brawn, If you'll have one taste well, you must not scorn To be dipping in the other. I tell you, master. 'Tis not a few men's tales which they prefer Unto their mistresses in compass of a year. Be rul'd by me; untruss yourself to her, Out with all your lovesick thoughts to her, Kiss her, and give her an angel to buy pins, And this shall sooner win her mistress' love, Than all your protestations, sighs, and tears. _Enter_ TAFFATA _and_ ADRIANA. Here they come. To her boldly, master. Do, but dally not; that's the widow's phrase.[366] BOUT. Most worthy fair, such is the power of love, That now I come t'accept your proffer'd grace; And with submissive thoughts t'entreat a pardon For my so gross neglect. TAF. There's no offence; My mind is changed. ADRI. I told you as much before. CON. With a hey-pass--with a repass.[367] [_Aside._