_Merch._ I did; Give entertainment to this gentleman; And see you be not froward: to her, sir, [_Exit._ My presence will but be an eyesore to you. _Hum._ Fair mistress Luce, how do you, are you well? Give me your hand, and then I pray you tell, How doth your little sister, and your brother, And whether you love me or any other? _Luce._ Sir, these are quickly answered. _Hum._ So they are, Where women are not cruel; but how far Is it now distant from the place we are in, Unto that blessed place, your father's warren. _Luce._ What makes you think of that, sir? _Hum._ E'en that face, For stealing rabbits whilome in that place, God Cupid, or the keeper, I know not whether, Unto my cost and charges brought you thither, And there began---- _Luce._ Your game, sir. _Hum._ Let no game, Or anything that tendeth to the same, Be evermore remembered, thou fair killer, For whom I sate me down and brake my tiller. _Wife._ There's a kind gentleman, I warrant you. When will you do as much for me, George? _Luce._ Beshrew me, sir, I'm sorry for your losses, But as the proverb says, I cannot cry; I would you had not seen me. _Hum._ So would I, Unless you had more maw to do me good. _Luce._ Why, cannot this strange passion be withstood? Send for a constable, and raise the town. _Hum._ Oh no, my valiant love will batter down Millions of constables, and put to flight E'en that great watch of Midsummer Day at night. _Luce._ Beshrew me, sir, 'twere good I yielded then, Weak women cannot hope, where valiant men Have no resistance. _Hum._ Yield then, I am full Of pity, though I say it, and can pull Out of my pocket thus a pair of gloves. Look, Luce, look, the dog's tooth, nor the doves Are not so white as these; and sweet they be, And whipt about with silk, as you may see. If you desire the price, shoot from your eye A beam to this place, and you shall espy F. S., which is to say, my sweetest honey, They cost me three-and-twopence, and no money. _Luce._ Well, sir, I take them kindly, and I thank you; what What would you more? _Hum._ Nothing. _Luce._ Why then, farewell. _Hum._ Nor so, nor so, for, lady, I must tell, Before we part, for what we met together, God grant me time, and patience, and fair weather. _Luce._ Speak and declare your mind in terms so brief.