+Mes.+ Please God and your worship, an't like ye. +Sil.+ In what language wou'd you speak with him, hum? +Mes.+ Yes, verily, I would speak with him, an't like ye. +Sil.+ At what posture? +Mes.+ Marry, from a friend, an't like ye. +Sil.+ Very good, my friend. Didst ever say thy [_Drinks._ Prayers in the canary tongue? +Mes.+ My prayers, an't like ye? Your worship's dispos'd To be merry: I have a wife and seven small Children, an't like ye, to wind and turn as they say, Simple as your worship sees me here, an't like ye. +Sil.+ Pox o' wives; I'll not give a gazet for thy wife; She's tough, and too much powder'd. Fetch me Thy daughter, thy youngest daughter, sirrah! If the creature be a virgin, and desirable: Look ye! there's money to buy her clean linen. I'll have a bath of rich canary and Venus' milk; Where we will bathe and swim together, like So many swans, and then be call'd Signior Jupiter Sillimano. But is she man's meat? I have a tender appetite, and can scarcely digest One in her teens. +Mes.+ Does your worship think I wou'd be a Judas, an't like ye? She's as neat a girl, and as tight at her business As the back of your hand, an't like ye; but heaven Bless ye, and cry ye mercy, if you be his worship, Here's a letter from the Lady de Prate, an't like ye. +Sil.+ The Lady de Prate (mark me, sirrah) is a Noble lady; we say so---- [_Reads a letter._ _I never knew what bondage was till now; I fear the gilded heart you sent me was Enchanted_--(O, O)--_I long to see you_-- (Hum--hum)--_therefore let me have the happiness To know the place and time_--(even so)--_as You love her, that blushes to write this_---- Yes, yes, I'll enchant ye! I'll time and place ye! Surely, there's something more about me, than I can Perceive. Grant that I may bear my fate Discreetly! _I never knew what bondage was_ [_Reads. Till now_. Well; 'tis heaven's goodness! For what am I, Silly wretch, to such a lady, as she that writes so Pitifully unto me? It wou'd overcome e'en a heart Of flint: Good gentlewoman! [_Weeps. As you love her, that blushes to write this_-- [_Reads._ Hum--yes, yes; she knows I love her: it Will work--I can't contain my good-nature. [_Drinks and weeps._ _Enter +La Gitterne+ and +De Loome+._ +De L.+ Here he is; and stands like a map of Sundry countries. [_Aside._ +La G.+ One wou'd take him for some foreign beast, And that fellow to show him. How the gander Ruffles and prunes himself, as if he would Tread the goose by him! +De L.+ 'Tis a pure goat! +La G.+ And will clamber a pyramid in scent of's female.