_Ma._ And if it shall happen that you are in doubt of these my speeches, Insomuch that you shall spend more time in arguing at the Door, I am fully perswaded that my Mistris in person from Above, will utter her mind more at large by way of Urine upon your head, that it may sink the more soundly Into your understanding faculties. _Ang._ This is the strangest thing, good pretty soul, why dost thou use me so? I pray thee let me in sweet-heart. _Maid._ Indeed I cannot sweet-heart. _Ang._ Thou art a handsom one, and this crosseness do's not become thee. _Maid._ Alas I cannot help it. _Ang._ Especially to me; thou knowst when I was here, I said I lik'd thee of All thy Mistriss Servants. _Maid._ So did I you, though it be not my fortune to express It at this present: for truly if you would cry, I cannot Let you in. _Ang._ Pox on her, I must go the down-right way: look you Here is ten pound for you, let me speak with her. _Maid._ I like your gold well, but it is a thing by heaven I cannot do, she Will not speak with you, especially at this time, she has affairs. _Ang._ This makes her leave her jesting yet, but take it And let me see her, bring me to a place Where undiscerned of her self I may Feed my desiring eyes but half an hour. _Maid._ Why faith I think I can, and I will stretch my wits And body too for gold: if you will swear as you Are gentle, not to stir, or speak, where you shall See or hear, now, or hereafter: give me your gold, I'le plant you. _Ang._ Why, as I am a Gentleman, I will not. _Maid._ Enough, quick, follow me. [_Ex._ Angelo, _and Maid_. _Enter Servant_. _S._ Why where's this maid, she has much care of her business, _Nell_? I think she be sunk;--why _Nell_--whiew-- _Maid within._ What's the matter? _Enter Maid._ _Ser._ I pray you heartily, come away, oh, come, come, the Gentleman My Mistris invited, is coming down the street, and the banquet Not yet brought out?-- [_They bring in the Banquet._ _Lel. within._ Nell, Sirrah. _Maid._ I come forsooth. _Ser._ Now must I walk: when there's any fleshly matters in hand, my Mistris sends me of a four hours errand: but if I go not About mine own bodily business as well as she, I am a Turk. [_Exit Servant._ _Enter_ Father.