_Mir._ No, no, I only saw her: She was busie: Now I go for that end: and mark her, Gentlemen, If she appear not to ye one of the sweetest, The handsomest, the fairest in behaviour: We shall meet the two wenches there too, they come to visit her, To wonder, as we do. _Pin._ Then we shall meet 'em. _Bel._ I had rather meet two Bears. _Mir._ There you may take your leaves, dispatch that business, And as ye find their humours. _Pin._ Is your love there too? _Mir._ No certain, she has no great heart to set out again. This is the house, I'le usher ye. _Bel._ I'le bless me, And take a good heart if I can. _Mir._ Come, nobly. [_Exeunt._ SCENE VI. _Enter Factor_, Rosalure, Lelia, Oriana. _Fac._ They are come in: Sit you two off, as strangers, There Ladie: where's the boy? be readie, Sirrah, And clear your Pipes, the Musick now: they enter. [_Musick_. _Enter_ Mirabel, Pinac, _and_ Belleur. _Pi._ What a state she keeps! how far off they sit from her! How rich she is! I marry, this shews bravely. _Bel._ She is a lusty wench: and may allure a good man, But if she have a tongue, I'le not give two pence for her: There sits my Fury: how I shake to see her! _Fac._ Madam, this is the Gentleman. _Mir._ How sweet she kisses! She has a Spring dwells on her lips: a paradise: This is the Legacie. SONG. _From the honor'd dead I bring_ _Thus his love and last offring._ _Take it nobly, 'tis your due,_ _From a friendship ever true._ _From a faith &c._ _Ori._ Most noble Sir, This from my now dead Brother, as his love, And gratefull memory of your great benefit: From me my thanks, my wishes, and my service. Till I am more acquainted I am silent, Only I dare say this, you are truly noble. _Mir._ What should I think? _Pin._ Think ye have a handsom fortune, Would I had such another. _Ros._ Ye are well met Gentlemen, We hear ye are for travel? _Pin._ Ye hear true, Ladie, And come to take our leaves. _Lil._ We'll along with ye, We see you are grown so witty by your Journey, We cannot choose but step out too: This Lady We mean to wait upon as far as _Italy_. _Bel._ I'll travel into _Wales_, amongst the mountains; I hope they cannot find me. _Ros._ If you go further; So good, and free society we hold ye, We'll jog along too. _Pin._ Are ye so valiant Lady? _Lil._ And we'll be merry, Sir, and laugh. _Pin._ It may be We'll go by Sea. _Lil._ Why 'tis the only voyage; I love a Sea-voyage, and a blustring tempest; And let all split. _Pin._ This is a dainty Damosel: I think 'twill tame ye: can ye ride post?