_Mont._ The carrion of knaves is very strong in my nostrils. _Lav._ We came to admire, and find Fame was a niggard, Which we thought prodigal in our report Before we saw you. _Lam._ Tush Sir, this Courtship's old. _La-p._ I'll fight for thee, sweet wench, This is my tongue, and woes for me. _Lam._ Good man of War, Hands off; if you take me, it must be by siege, Not by an onset; and for your valour, I Think that I have de[ser]ved few enemies, And therefore need it not. _Mal._ Thou need'st nothing, sweet Lady, but an obsequious husband, and where wilt thou find him, if not in the City? We are true _Muscovites_ to our Wives, and are never better pleased, than when they use us as slaves, bridle and Saddle us; Have me, thou shalt command all my wealth as thine own, thou shalt sit like a Queen in my Ware-house; And my Factors at the return with my ships, shall pay thee tribute of all the rarities of the earth; thou shalt wear gold, feed on delicates, the first Peascods, Strawberries, Grapes, Cherries shall-- _Lam._ Be mine; I apprehend what you would say, Those dainties which the City pays so dear for, The Countrey yields for nothing, and as early; And, credit me, your far-fet viands please not My appetite better than those that are near hand. Then for your promis'd service and subjection To all my humors, when I am your wife, Which [as] it seems, is frequent in the City, I cannot find what pleasure they receive In using their fond Husbands like their Maids; But of this, more hereafter: I accept Your proffer kindly, and yours; my house stands open To entertain you, take your pleasure in it, And ease after your journey. _La. Orl._ Do you note the boldness of the fellows? _Lam._ Alas Madam, a Virgin must in this be like a Lawyer, And as he takes all Fees; she must hear all suitors; the One for gain, the other for her mirth; stay with the Gentlemen, we'll to the Orchards. [_Exeunt_ Lamira, _Lady_ Orleance, Vera. _and_ Charl. _La-p._ ---- What art thou? _Mont._ An honest man, though poor; And look they like to monsters, are they so rare? _Lav._ Rose from the dead. _Mal._ Do you hear Monsieur _Serviture_, didst thou never hear of one _Montague_, a prodigal gull, that lives about _Paris_? _Mont._ So Sir. _Lav._ One that after the loss of his main estate in a Lawsute, bought an Office in the Court. _La-p._ And should have Letters of _Mart_, to have the _Spanish_ treasure as it came from the _Indies_; were not thou and he twins? put off thy Hat, let me see thy Fore-head.