_Ser._ She is a little haughtie; Of a small body, she has a mind well mounted. Can ye speak Greek? _Pinac._ No, certain. _Ser._ Get ye gone then; And talk of stars, and firmaments, and fire-drakes. Do you remember who was _Adams_ School-master, And who taught _Eve_ to spin? she knows all these, And will run ye over the beginning o'th' world As familiar as a Fidler. Can ye sit seven hours together, and say nothing? Which she will do, and when she speaks, speak Oracles; Speak things that no man understands, nor her self neither. _Pi._ Thou mak'st me wonder. _Ser._ Can ye smile? _Pi._ Yes willingly: For naturally I bear a mirth about me. _Ser._ She'l ne'r endure ye then; she is never merry; If she see one laugh, she'll swound past _Aqua vitæ_: Never come near her, Sir; if ye chance to venture, And talk not like a Doctor, you are damn'd too; I have told enough for your crown, and so good speed ye. [_Ex._ _Pi._ I have a pretty task, if she be thus curious, As sure it seems she is; if I fall off now, I shall be laugh'd at fearfully; if I go forward, I can but be abus'd, and that I look for, And yet I may hit right, but 'tis unlikely. Stay, in what mood and figure shall I attempt her? A careless way? no, no, that will not waken her; Besides, her gravity will give me line still, And let me lose my self; yet this way often Has hit, and handsomly. A wanton method? I, if she give it leave to sink into her consideration; But there's the doubt: if it but stir her blood once, And creep into the crannies of her phansie, Set her a gog: but if she chance to slight it, And by the pow'r of her modesty fling it back, I shall appear the arrantst Rascal to her, The most licentious knave, for I shall talk lewdly. To bear my self austerely? rate my words, And fling a general gravitie about me, As if I meant to give Laws? but this I cannot do, This is a way above my understanding; Or if I could, 'tis odds she'll think I mock her; For serious and sad things are ever still suspicious. Well, I'le say something. But learning I have none, and less good manners, Especially for Ladies; well, I'le set my best face; _Enter_ Lilia, Petella. I hear some coming; this is the first woman I ever fear'd yet, the first face that shakes me, _Li._ Give me my hat _Petella_, take this veil off, This sullen cloud, it darkens my delights; Come wench be free, and let the Musick warble, Play me some lusty measure. _Pi._ This is she sure, The very same I saw, the very woman, The Gravitie I wonder'd at: Stay, stay, Let me be sure; ne'r trust me, but she danceth, Summer is in her face now, and she skippeth: I'le go a little nearer. _Li._ Quicker time fellows, _Enter_ Mirabel.