_Ser._ Yes indeed do I Sir. _The._ But you will not tell me? _Ser._ No indeed will not I, because you doubt it. [_Exit._ _Enter_ 2 Servant. _The._ These are fine gim-cracks: hey, here comes another, A Flagon full of wine in's hand, I take it. Well met my friend, is that wine? _2 Ser._ Yes indeed is it. _The._ Faith I'le drink on't then. _2 Ser._ Ye may, because ye have sworn Sir. _The._ 'Tis very good, I'le drink a great deal now Sir. _2 Ser._ I cannot help it Sir. _The._ I'le drink more yet. _2 Ser._ 'Tis in your own hands. _The._ There's your pot, I thank ye. Pray let me drink again. _2 Ser._ Faith but ye shall not. Now have I sworn I take it. Fare ye well Sir. [_Exit._ _Enter_ Lady. _The._ This is the fin'st place to live in I e're enter'd. Here comes a Gentlewoman, and alone; I'le to her. Madam, my Lord my Master. _Lady._ Who's your Lord Sir? _The._ The Lord _Boroskey_, Lady. _Lady._ Pray excuse me: Here's something for your pains: within this hour Sir, One of the choice young Ladies shall attend him: Pray let it be in that Chamber juts out to the water; 'Tis private and convenient: doe my humble service To my honourable good Lord, I beseech ye Sir; If it please you to visit a poor Lady-- You carrie the 'haviour of a noble Gentleman. _The._ I shall be bold. _Lady._ 'Tis a good aptness in ye. I lye here in the Wood-yard, the blue lodgings Sir; They call me merrily the Lady of the ---- Sir; A little I know what belongs to a Gentleman, And if it please you take the pains. [_Exit._ _The._ Dear Lady, take the pains? Why a horse would not take the pains that thou requir'st now, To cleave old crab-tree: one of the choice young Ladies? I would I had let this Bawd goe, she has frighted me; I am cruelly afraid of one of my Tribe now; But if they will doe, the Devil cannot stop 'em. Why should he have a young Lady? are women now O'th' nature of Bottles, to be stopt with Corks? O the thousand little furies that flye here now! How now Captain? _Enter_ Putsky. _Puts._ I come to seek you out Sir, And all the Town I have travell'd. _The._ What's the news man? _Puts._ That that concerns us all, and very nearly: The Duke this night holds a great feast at Court, To which he bids for guests all his old Counsellors, And all his favourites: your Father's sent for. _The._ Why he is neither in council, nor in favour. _Pu._ That's it: have an eye now, or never, and a quick one, An eye that must not wink from good intelligence. I heard a Bird sing, they mean him no good office. _Enter_ Ancient. _The._ Art sure he sups here? _Puts._ Sure as 'tis day. _The._ 'Tis like then: How now, where hast thou been _Ancient_?