_Nur._ Why _Guennith, Guennith, du hummah Guennith_. She is course Madam, after her countrey guise, And were she in fine cloths-- _La._ I'll have her handsome: _Enter_ Maria. What part of _Wales_ were you born in? _Ma._ In _Abehundis_ Mada[ms]. _Nur._ She speaks that name in _Welsh_, which we call _Brecknock_. _La._ What can you do? _Ma._ Her was toe many tings in _Walls_, know not the fashion in _Londons_; her was milk the Cows, make seeze and butters, and spin very well the Welsh _freeze,_ her was Cooke to te Mountain Cots, and sing very fine prittish tunes, was mage good ales and breds, and her know to dance on Sundays, marge you now Madams. _La._ A pretty innocence, I do like her infinitely, _Nurse_, And if I live-- _Enter Servant._ _Ser._ Here is Mr. _Hartlove_, Madam, come to see you. _La._ Alas poor Gentleman, prethee admit him. _Enter_ Hartlove _and Gent_. _Ha._ Madam, I am come to take my last leave. _La._ How Sir? _Ha._ Of all my home affections, and my friends, For the interest you had once in _Maria_, I would acquaint you when I leave the kingdom. _La._ Would there were any thing in my poor power That might divert your Will, and make you happy, I am sure I have wrong'd her too, but let your pardon Assure me you are charitable; she's dead Which makes us both sad: What do you look on? [_1._] The likest face-- _Ma._ Plesse us awle, why does that sentilman make such unders and mazements at her, I know her not. _Ha._ Be not offended maid. _La._ How the wench blushes, she represents _Marias_ loss to him. _Ma._ Will the sentilman hurt her? pray you be her defences, was have mad phisnomies, is her troubled with Lunaticks in her prain pans, bless us awle. _Ha._ Where had you this face? _Ma._ Her faces be our none, I warrant her. _Ha._ I wonot hurt you, all the lineaments That built _Maria_ up; all those springing beauties Dwell on this thing, change but her tongue I know her: Let me see your hand. _Ma. Du Guin._ was never thieves, and robberies; here is no sindge in her hands warrant her. _Ha._ Trust me, the self-same white, And softness, prethee speak our English Dialect. _Ma._ Ha leggs? what does her speage hard urds to her, to make poor _Guenith_ ridicles, was no mannerly sentilman to abuse her. _Ha._ By the love, That everlasting love I bear _Maria_-- _Ma. Maria_, her name was _Guenith_, and good names, was poor else, oman maid, her have no fine kanags to madge her tricksie[, yet] in her own cuntries was held a fine ense her can tels her, and honest ense too, marg you dat now, her can keep her little legs close enough, warrant her. _La._ How prettily this anger shews. _1._ She gabbles innocently.