TAY. But for the manner of _Spaine_! Sweet, _Madame_, let vs Be bold, now we are in: Are all the _Ladies_, 65 There, i’ the faſhion? VVIT. None but _Grandee’s_, _Madame_, O’ the claſp’d traine, which may be worne at length, too, Or thus, vpon my arme. TAY. And doe they weare _Cioppino’s_ all? VVIT. If they be dreſt in _punto_, _Madame_. EIT. Guilt as thoſe are? _madame?_ WIT. Of Goldſmiths work, _madame_; [149] 70 And ſet with diamants: and their _Spaniſh_ pumps Of perfum’d leather. TAI. I ſhould thinke it hard To go in ’hem, _madame_. WIT. At the firſt, it is, _madame_. TAI. Do you neuer fall in ’hem? WIT. Neuer. EI. I ſweare, I ſhould Six times an houre. WIT. But you haue men at hand, ſstill, To helpe you, if you fall? EIT. Onely one, madame, 76 The _Guardo-duennas_, ſuch a little old man, As this. EIT. Alas! hee can doe nothing! this! WIT. I’ll tell you, madame, I ſaw i’ the _Court_ of _Spaine_ once, A _Lady_ fall i’ the Kings ſight, along, 80 And there ſhee lay, flat ſpred, as an _Vmbrella_, Her hoope here crack’d; no man durſt reach a hand To helpe her, till the _Guarda-duenn’as_ came, VVho is the perſon onel’ allow’d to touch A _Lady_ there: and he but by this finger. 85 EIT. Ha’ they no ſeruants, _madame_, there? nor friends? WIT. An _Eſcudero_, or ſo _madame_, that wayts Vpon ’hem in another Coach, at diſtance, And when they walke, or daunce, holds by a hand-kercher, Neuer preſumes to touch ’hem. EIT. This’s ſciruy! 90 And a forc’d grauity! I doe not like it. I like our owne much better. TAY. ’Tis more _French_, And _Courtly_ ours. EIT. And taſts more liberty. VVe may haue our doozen of viſiters, at once, Make loue t’vs. TAY. And before our husbands? EIT. Huſband? 95 As I am honeſt, _Tayle-buſh_ I doe thinke If no body ſhould loue mee, but my poore husband, I ſhould e’n hang my ſelfe. TAY. Fortune forbid, wench: So faire a necke ſhould haue ſo foule a neck-lace. EIT. ’Tis true, as I am handſome! WIT. I receiu’d, _Lady_, 100 A token from you, which I would not bee Rude to refuſe, being your firſt remembrance. (FIT. O, I am ſatisfied now! MER. Do you ſee it, Sir.) WIT. But ſince you come, to know me, neerer, _Lady_, I’ll begge the honour, you will weare for mee, 105 It muſt be ſo. Wittipol _giues it Miſtreſſe_ Fitz-dottrel.