_Old K._ I'll have that doubt eas'd, Sir, Instantly eas'd, Sir _Gregory_, and now I think on't A toy comes i' my mind, seeing your friend there, We'll have a little sport, give you but way to't, And put a trick upon her, I love Wit pretiously, You shall not be seen yet, we'll stale your friend first, If't please but him to stand for the Anti-mask. _Sir Gr._ Puh, he shall stand for any thing, why his supper Lies i'my breeches here, I'll make him fast else. _Old K._ Then come you forth more unexpectedly The Mask it self, a thousand a year joynture, The cloud, your frien[d] will be then drawn away, And only you the beauty of the Play. _Sir Gr._ For Red and Black, I'll put down all your Fullers, Let but your Neece bring White, and we have three colours. [_Exit Sir_ Greg. _Old K._ I'm given to understand you are a _Wit_, Sir. _Cuning._ I'm one that Fortune shews small favour to, Sir. _Old K._ Why there you conclude it, whether you will or no, Sir; To tell you truth, I'm taken with a Wit. _Cun._ Fowlers catch Woodcocks so, let not them know so much. _Old K._ A pestilence mazard, a Duke _Humphrey_ spark Had rather lose his dinner than his jest, I say I love a Wit the best of all things. _Cun._ Always except your self. _Old K._ Has giv'n't me twice now. _Enter Neece and Guardianess._ All with a breath, I thank him; but that I love a Wit I should be heartily angry; cuds, my Neece, You know the business with her. _Cun._ With a Woman? 'Tis ev'n the very same it was I'm sure Five thousand years ago, no fool can miss it. _Old K._ This is the Gentleman I promis'd Neece, To present to your affection. _Cun._ ['W]are that Arrow. _Old K._ Deliver me the truth now of your liking. _Cun._ I'm spoil'd already, that such poor lean Game Should be found out as I am. _Old K._ Go set to her Sir--ha, ha, ha. _Cun._ How noble is this virtue in you, Lady, Your eye may seem to commit a thousand slaughters On your dull servants which truly tasted Conclude all in comforts. _Old K._ Puh. _Neece._ It rather shews what a true worth can make, Such as yours is. _Old K._ And that's not worth a groat, How like you him Neece? _Neece._ It shall appear how well, Sir, I humbly thank you for him. _Old K._ Hah? ha, good gullery, he does it well i'faith, Light, as if he meant to purchase _Lip-land_ there: Hold, hold, bear off I say, slid your part hangs too long. _Cun._ My joys are mockeries. _Neece._ Y'have both exprest a worthy care and love, Sir, Had mine own eye been set at liberty, To make a publick choice (believe my truth, Sir) It could not ha' done better for my heart Than your good providence has.