_Mir._ Now ye shall see in what esteem a Traveller, An understanding Gentleman, and a Monsieur Is to be held, and to your griefs confess it, Both to your griefs, and galls. _Lil._ In what I pray ye, Sir? We would be glad to understand your excellence. _Mir._ Goe on, (sweet Ladies) it becomes ye rarely. For me, I have blest me from ye, scoff on seriously, And note the Man ye mock'd: you, (Lady Learning) Note the poor Traveller, that came to visit ye, That flat unfurnish'd fellow: note him throughly, You may chance to see him anon. _Lil._ 'Tis very likely. _Mir._ And see him Courted by a Travell'd Lady, Held dear, and honour'd by a vertuous virgin, May be a Beautie, not far short of yours, neither It may be, clearer. _Lil._ Not unlikely. _Mir._ Younger: As killing eyes as yours: a wit as poynant May be, a State to that may top your Fortune; Enquire how she thinks of him, how she holds him; His good parts; in what precious price already; Being a stranger to him, how she courts him; A stranger to his Nation too, how she dotes on him: Enquire of this; be sick to know: Curse, Lady, And keep your chamber: cry, and curse: a sweet one, A thousand in yearly land; well bred; well friended: Travell'd, and highly followed for her fashions. _Lil._ 'Bless his good fortune, Sir. _Mir._ This scurvy fellow; I think they call his name _Pinac_; this serving-man That brought ye Venison, as I take it, Madam; Note but this Scab; 'tis strange that this course creature, That has no more set off, but his jugglings, His travell'd tricks. _Lil._ Good, Sir, I grieve not at him, Nor envy not his fortune: yet I wonder, He's handsom; yet I see no such perfection. _Mir._ Would I had his fortune: for 'tis a woman Of that sweet temper'd nature, and that judgment, Besides her state, that care, clear understanding, And such a wife to bless him. _Ros._ Pray ye whence is she? _Mir._ Of _England_, and a most accomplish'd Lady, So modest that mens eyes are frighted at her, And such a noble carriage. How now Sirrah? _Enter a_ Boy. _Boy._ Sir, the great English Lady. _Mir._ What of her, Sir? _Boy._ Has newly left her coach, and coming this way, Where you may see her plain: Monsieur _Pinac_, The only man that leads her. _Enter_ Pinac, Mariana, _and Attendants_. _Mir._ He is much honored; Would I had such a favour: now vex Ladies, Envy, and vex, and rail. _Ros._ Ye are short of us, Sir. _Mir._ 'Bless your fair fortune, Sir. _Pi._ I nobly thank ye. _Mir._ Is she married, friend? _Pi._ No, no. _Mir._ A goodly Lady; A sweet and delicate aspect: mark, mark, and wonder! Hast thou any hope of her? _Pi._ A little. _Mir._ Follow close then: Lose not that hope.