'Tis well enter'd sir. Stay, you come on too fast; your pace is too impetuous. Imagine this to be the palace of your pleasure, or place where your lady is pleased to be seen. First you present yourself, thus: and spying her, you fall off, and walk some two turns; in which time, it is to be supposed, your passion hath sufficiently whited your face, then, stifling a sigh or two, and closing your lips, with a trembling boldness, and bold terror, you advance yourself forward. Prove thus much, I pray you. ASO. Yes, sir;--pray Jove I can light on it! Here I come in, you say, and present myself? AMO. Good. ASO. And then I spy her, and walk off? AMO. Very good. ASO. Now, sir, I stifle, and advance forward? AMO. Trembling. ASO. Yes, sir, trembling; I shall do it better when I come to it. And what must I speak now? AMO. Marry, you shall say; "Dear Beauty", or "sweet Honour" (or by what other title you please to remember her), "methinks you are melancholy". This is, if she be alone now, and discompanied. ASO. Well, sir, I'll enter again; her title shall be, "My dear Lindabrides". AMO. Lindabrides! ASO. Ay, sir, the emperor Alicandroe's daughter, and the prince Meridian's sister, in "the Knight of the Sun"; she should have been married to him, but that the princess Claridiana-- AMO. O, you betray your reading. ASO. Nay, sir, I have read history, I am a little humanitian. Interrupt me not, good sir. "My dear Lindabrides,--my dear Lindabrides,--my dear Lindabrides, methinks you are melancholy". AMO. Ay, and take her by the rosy finger'd hand. ASO. Must I so: O!--"My dear Lindabrides, methinks you are melancholy". AMO. Or thus sir. "All variety of divine pleasures, choice sports, sweet music, rich fare, brave attire, soft beds, and silken thoughts, attend this dear beauty." ASO. Believe me, that's pretty. "All variety of divine pleasures, choice sports, sweet music, rich fare, brave attire, soft beds, and silken thoughts, attend this dear beauty." AMO. And then, offering to kiss her hand, if she shall coily recoil, and signify your repulse, you are to re-enforce yourself with, "More than most fair lady, Let not the rigour of your just disdain Thus coarsely censure of your servant's zeal." And withal, protest her to be the only and absolute unparallel'd creature you do adore, and admire, and respect, and reverence, in this court, corner of the world, or kingdom. ASO. This is hard, by my faith. I'll begin it all again. AMO. Do so, and I will act it for your lady. ASO. Will you vouchsafe, sir? "All variety of divine pleasures, choice sports, sweet music, rich fare, brave attire, soft beds, and silken thoughts, attend this dear beauty." AMO. So sir, pray you, away.