PVG. If it were not clearely, His worſhipfull ambition; and the top of it; The very forked top too: why ſhould hee 90 Keepe you, thus mur’d vp in a back-roome, Miſtreſſe, Allow you ne’r a caſement to the ſtreete, Feare of engendering by the eyes, with gallants, Forbid you paper, pen and inke, like Rats-bane. Search your halfe pint of _muſcatell_, leſt a letter 95 Be ſuncke i’ the pot: and hold your new-laid egge Againſt the fire, leſt any charme be writ there? Will you make benefit of truth, deare Miſtreſſe, If I doe tell it you: I do’t not often? I am ſet ouer you, imploy’d, indeed, 100 To watch your ſteps, your lookes, your very breathings, And to report them to him. Now, if you Will be a true, right, delicate ſweete Miſtreſſe, Why, wee will make a _Cokes_ of this _Wiſe Maſter_, We will, my Miſtreſſe, an abſolute fine _Cokes_, 105 And mock, to ayre, all the deepe diligences Of ſuch a ſolemne, and effectuall Aſſe, An Aſſe to ſo good purpoſe, as wee’ll vſe him. I will contriue it ſo, that you ſhall goe To _Playes_, to _Maſques_, to _Meetings_, and to _Feaſts_. 110 For, why is all this Rigging, and fine Tackle, Miſtris, If you neat handſome veſſells, of good ſayle, Put not forth euer, and anon, with your nets Abroad into the world. It is your fiſhing. [118] There, you ſhal chooſe your friends, your ſeruants, Lady, Your ſquires of honour; I’le conuey your letters, 116 Fetch anſwers, doe you all the offices, That can belong to your bloud, and beauty. And, For the variety, at my times, although I am not in due _ſymmetrie_, the man 120 Of that proportion; or in rule Of _phyſicke_, of the iuſt complexion: Or of that truth of _Picardill_, in clothes, To boaſt a ſoueraignty o’re Ladies: yet I know, to do my turnes, ſweet Miſtreſſe. Come, kiſſe-- M^rs. FI. How now! PVG. Deare delicate Miſt. I am your ſlaue, 126 Your little _worme_, that loues you: your fine _Monkey_; Your _Dogge_, your _Iacke_, your _Pug_, that longs to be Stil’d, o’ your pleaſures. M^rs. FIT. Heare you all this? Sir, Pray you, Come from your ſtanding, doe, a little, ſpare 130 _Shee thinkes her huſband watches._ Your ſelfe, Sir, from your watch, t’applaud your _Squire_, That ſo well followes your inſtructions! [314] 5 cloths G [315] 9 they’re 1716, f. || never G [316] 18 I will G [317] 22 pleasure--_Enter Mrs._ FITZDOTTREL. SN. om. G [318] 23 [_Aside and exit._ G [319] 24 venture 1692, f. [320] 26 it was G [321] 30 attempt 1641, f. [322] 33 SN.] _Re-enter_ PUG. G [323] 34 it is,] it is--W