_Daugh._ But she shall never have him, tell her so, For a trick that I know, y'had best look to her, For if she see him once, she's gone, she's done, And undone in an hour. All the young Maids Of our Town are in love with him, but I laugh at 'em And let 'em all alone, is't not a wise course? _1 Fr._ Yes. _Daugh._ There is at least two hundred now with child by him, There must be four; yet I keep close for all this, Close as a Cockle; and all these must be boys, He has the trick on't, and at ten years old They must be all gelt for Musicians, And sing the wars of _Theseus_. _2 Fr._ This is strange. _Daugh._ As ever [you] heard, but say nothing. _1 Fr._ No. _Daugh._ They come from all parts of the Dukedom to him, I'll warrant ye, he had not so few last night As twenty, to dispatch, he'll tickle't up In two hours, if his hand be in. _Jay._ She's lost Past all cure. _Bro._ Heaven forbid man. _Daug._ Come hither, you are a wise man. _1 Fr._ Does she know him? _2 Fr._ No, would she did. _Daugh._ You are master of a Ship? _Jay._ Yes. _Daugh._ Where's your Compass? _Jay._ Here. _Daugh._ Set it to th' North. And now direct your course to th' wood, where _Palamon_ Lies longing for me; for the Tackling Let me alone; come weigh my hearts, cheerly. _All._ Owgh, owgh, owgh, 'tis up, the wind's fair, top the Bowling; out with the main sail, where's your Whistle Master? _Bro._ Let's get her in. _Jay._ Up to the top Boy. _Bro._ Where's the Pilot? _1 Fr._ Here. _Daugh._ What ken'st thou? _3 Fr._ A fair wood. _Daugh._ Bear for it master: tack about: [_Sings._ _When_ Cinthia _with her borrowed light_, &c. [_Exeunt._ _Scæna Secunda._ _Enter_ Emilia _alone, with two Pictures_.