+Tim.+ Had I now pen and ink, If I were urg'd, I'd fain know whether I In conscience ought not to set down myself No wiser than I should be? +Plot.+ Gentlemen, how like you her wit? +Tim.+ Wit! I verily Believe she was begotten by some wit; And he that has her may beget plays on her. +New.+ Her wit had need be good, it finds her house. +Tim.+ Her house! 'tis able to find the court: if she Be chaste to[213] all this wit, I do not think But that she might be shown. +Bright.+ She speaks with salt, And has a pretty scornfulness, which now I've seen, I'm satisfied. +New.+ Come then away to Roseclap's. +Tim.+ Lead on; let us dine. This lady Runs in my head still. _Enter a +Footman+._ +Foot.+ Sir, my lady prays You would dismiss your company; she has Some business with you. +Plot.+ Gentlemen, walk softly; I'll overtake you. +Bright.+ Newcut, 'slight! her wit Is come to private meetings! +New.+ Ay, I thought She had some other virtues. Well, make haste, We'll stay without; when thou hast done, inform us What the rate is: if she be reasonable, We'll be her customers. +Plot.+ Y' are merry, sir. [_Exit +Bright+, +Newcut+, +Timothy+._ SCENE IV. _Enter +Aurelia+._ +Plot.+ Nay, sister, you may enter; they are gone. I did receive your ticket this morning. What! You look the mine should run still? +Aur.+ O, you are A careful brother to put me on a course That draws the eyes o' th' town upon me, and makes me Discourse for ordinaries, then leave me in't. I will put off my ladyship, and return To Mistress Holland, and to making shirts And bands again. +Plot.+ I hope you will not. +Aur.+ I repent I left th' Exchange. +Plot.+ Faith, I should laugh To see you there again, and there serve out The rest of your indentures, by managing Your needle well, and making nightcaps by A chafing-dish in winter mornings, to keep Your fingers pliant. How rarely 'twould become you To run over all your shop to passengers In a fine sale-tune! +Aur.+ What would you have me do? D'ye think I'm the Dutch virgin, that could live By th' scent of flowers?[214] Or that my family Are descended of cameleons, And can be kept with air? Is this the way To get a husband; to be in danger to be Shut up for house-rent, or to wear a gown Out a whole fashion, or the same jewels twice? Shortly my neighbours will commend my clothes For lasting well, give them strange dates, and cry, "Since your last gorget and the blazing star."