_Cun._ Nay i'faith, ne'r divide his Worship from him for that Small matter; Fool and Worship are no such Strangers now adaies, but my meaning is, Has he thy Ladies countenance of Love? Looks she like a welcome on him? plainly, Have they as good hope of one another, As _Cupid_ bless us, we have? _Guard._ Troth I know not, I can perceive no forwardness in my charge, But I protest I wish the Knight better For your sake, Bird. _Cun._ Why thanks sweet Bird, and with my heart I wish, That he had as strong and likely hope of her As thou hast of me. _Guard._ Well, he's like to speed Ne'er the worse for that good wish, and I'll tell you Bird (for secrets are not to be kept betwixt us two) My charge thinks well of you. _Cun._ Of me? for what? _Guard._ For my sake, I mean so, I have heard her A hundred times, since her Uncle gave her The first bob about you, that she'd doe somewhat For my sake, if things went well together, We have spoke of doors and bolts, and things and things, Go too, I'll tell you all, but you'll find Some advancement, for my sake, I do believe. _Cun._ Faith be not sparing, tell me. _Guard._ By my Lady You shall pardon me for that, 'twere a shame If men should hear all that women speak behind Their backs sometimes. _Cun._ You must give me leave yet, At least to give her thanks. _Guard._ Nor that neither, She must not take [a] notice of my blabbing, It is sufficient you shall give me thanks, For 'tis for my sake if she be bountiful, She loves me, and loves you too for my sake. _Cun._ How shall I, knowing this, but be ingrate, Not to repay her with my dearest duty. _Guard._ I, but you must not know it, if you tell All that I open to you; you'll shame us both; A far off you may kiss your hand, blush or so, But I'll allow no nearer conference. _Cun._ Whoop! you'll be jealous I perceive now. _Guard._ Jealous? why there's no true love without it, Bird, I must be jealous of thee, but for her, (Were it within my duty to my Master) I durst trust her with the strongest temp[t]er, And I dare swear her now as pure a Virgin As e'er was welcom'd to a marriage bed; If thoughts may be untainted, hers are so. _Cun._ And where's the cause of your fear then? _Guard._ Well, well; When things are past, and the wedding Torches Lighted at Matches, to kindle better fire, Then I'll tell you more. _Cun._ Come, come, I see farther, That if we were married, you'd be jealous. _Guard._ I protest I should a little, but not of her It is the married woman (if you mark it) And not the Maid that longs, the appetite Follows the first taste, when we have relisht We wish cloying, the taste once pleas'd before, Then our desire is whetted on to more, But I reveal too much to you, i'faith Bird.