_3 Shep._ We know it Sir; and we desire your worship To reckon us amongst your humble servants, And that our Country Sports, Sir,-- _Get._ For your Sports, Sir, They may be seen, when I shall think convenient, When out of my discretion, I shall view 'em, And hold 'em fit for licence. Ye look upon me, And look upon me seriously, as ye knew me: 'Tis true, I have been a Rascal, as you are, A fellow of no mention, nor no mark, Just such another piece of durt, so fashion'd: But Time, that purifies all things of merit, Has set another stamp. Come nearer now, And be not fearfull; I take off my austeritie: And know me for the great and mighty Steward Under this man of honour: know ye for my vassals, And at my pleasure I can dispeople ye, Can blow you and your cattel out o'th' Country: But fear me, and have favour. Come, go along with me, And I will hear your Songs, and perhaps like 'em. _3 Shep._ I hope you will, Sir. _Geta._ 'Tis not a thing impossible, Perhaps I'le sing my self, the more to grace ye, And if I like your women. _3 Shep._ We'l have the best, Sir, Handsom young Girls. _Geta._ The handsomer, the better. _Enter_ Delphia. 'May bring your wives too, 'twill be all one charge to ye; For I must know your families. _Del._ 'Tis well said, 'Tis well said, honest friends; I know ye are hatching Some pleasurable sports for your great Landlord: Fill him with joy, and win him a friend to ye, And make this little Grange seem a large Empire, Let out with home-contents: I'le work his favour, Which daily shall be on ye. _3 Shep._ Then we'l sing daily, And make him the best Sports. _Del._ Instruct 'em _Geta_, And be a merry man again. _Geta._ Will ye lend me a devil, That we may dance a while? _Del._ I'le lend thee two. And Bag-pipes that shall blow alone. _Get._ I thank ye: But I'le know your devils of a cooler complexion first. Come, follow, follow; I'le go sit and see ye. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ Diocles, _and_ Drusilla. _Del._ Do; and be ready an hour hence, and bring 'em; For in the Grove you'l find him. _Dio._ Come _Drusilla_, The partner of my best contents: I hope now You dare believe me. _Dru._ Yes, and dare say to ye, I think ye now most happie. _Dio._ You say true, Sweet, For by my ----, I find now by experience, Content was never Courtier. _Dru._ I pray ye walk on, Sir; The cool shades of the Grove invite ye.