_Ha._ Madam farewel, and all good fortune dwell we'e, With me my own affections; farewel Maid, Fair gentle maid. _2._ She sighs. _Ma._ Du cat a whee. _Ha._ I cannot goe, there's somewhat calls me back. _Ma._ Poor _Frank_, How gladly would I entertain thy love, And meet thy worthy flame, but shame forbids me: If please her Ladyship[s] dwell here with _Guenith_, and learn to spinn and card ull, to mage flannells, and linseyes ulseis, fall tawgco'd urds to her Ladyships urships for her. [_The tears flow from him._ The tears of true affection, woe is me, Oh cursed love that glories in maids miseries, And true mens broken hearts. _La._ Alas I pity him, the wench is rude, and knows you not, forgive her. _Ma._ Wy[n]e your nyes [p]ray you, though was porn in Walls 'mong craggy rocks, and mountains, yet heart is soft, look you hur can weep too, when hur see men mage prinie tears and lamentations. _Ha._ How hard she holds me! Just as _Maria_ did, weeps the same drops, Now as I have a living soul, her si[gh] too; What shall I think, is not your name _Maria_, If it be not, delude me with so much charity To say it is. _Ma._ Upon her life, you was mighty deal in love with some podies, your pale seekes and hollow nyes, and pantings upon her posom, know very well, because look you, her think her honest sentilman, you sall call her _Maria_. _Ha._ Good Madam, think not ill I am thus saucy. _La._ Oh no Sir, be you not angry with the wench. _Ha._ I am most pleas'd. _1._ Lets interrupt him, he'll be mad outright else. _2._ Observe a little more. _Ha._ Would I could in your language beg a kiss. _Ma._ If her have necessities of a kiss, look you, dere is one in sarities. _Ha._ Let me suffer death, If in my apprehension two twinn'd cherries Be more a kinn, than her lips to _Maria_'s: And if this harsh illusion would but leave her, She were the same, good Madam, shall I have Your consent now? _La._ To what? _Ha._ To give this Virgin to me. _La._ She's not mine, this is her kinswoman, And has more power to dispose; alas, I pity him. Pray gentlem[e]n prevail with him to goe; More that I wish his comfort than his absence. _Ha._ You have been always kind to me, will you Deny me your fair Cosin? _Nu._ 'Twere fit you first obtain'd her own consent. _Ha._ [He] is no friend that wishes my departure, I doe not trouble you. _1._ 'Tis not _Maria_. _Ha._ Her shadow is enough, I'll dwell with that, Pursue your own ways, shall we live together?