_Pha_. I hold her wit? The strength of all the Guard cannot hold it, if they were tied to it, she would blow 'em out of the Kingdom, they talk of _Jupiter_, he's but a squib cracker to her: Look well about you, and you may find a tongue-bolt. But speak sweet Lady, shall I be freely welcome? _Meg_. Whither? _Pha_. To your bed; if you mistrust my faith, you do me the unnoblest wrong. _Meg_. I dare not Prince, I dare not. _Pha_. Make your own conditions, my purse shall seal 'em, and what you dare imagine you can want, I'le furnish you withal: give two hours to your thoughts every morning about it. Come, I know you are bashful, speak in my ear, will you be mine? keep this, and with it me: soon I will visit you. _Meg_. My Lord, my Chamber's most unsafe, but when 'tis night I'le find some means to slip into your lodging: till when-- _Pha_. Till when, this, and my heart go with thee. [_Ex. several ways_. _Enter _Galatea _from behind the hangings_. _Gal_. Oh thou pernicious Petticoat Prince, are these your vertues? Well, if I do not lay a train to blow your sport up, I am no woman; and Lady Towsabel I'le fit you for't. [_Exit_ Gal. _Enter _Arethusa _and a_ Lady. _Are_. Where's the boy? _La_. Within Madam. _Are_. Gave you him gold to buy him cloaths? _La_. I did. _Are_. And has he don't? _La_. Yes Madam. _Are_. 'Tis a pretty sad talking lad, is it not? Askt you his name? _La_. No Madam. [ _Enter _Galatea. _Are_. O you are welcome, what good news? _Gal_. As good as any one can tell your Grace, That saies she hath done that you would have wish'd. _Are_. Hast thou discovered? _Gal_. I have strained a point of modesty for you. _Are_. I prethee how? _Gal_. In listning after bawdery; I see, let a Lady live never so modestly, she shall be sure to find a lawful time, to harken after bawdery; your Prince, brave _Pharamond_, was so hot on't. _Are_. With whom? _Gal_. Why, with the Lady I suspect: I can tell the time and place. _Are_. O when, and where? _Gal_. To night, his Lodging.