PVG. O! Is it ſo? Is there the enter-view? Haue I drawne to you, at laſt, my cunning _Lady_? The _Diuell_ is an _Aſſe_! fool’d off! and beaten! 25 Nay, made an inſtrument! and could not ſent it! Well, ſince yo’ haue ſhowne the malice of a woman, No leſſe then her true wit, and learning, Miſtreſſe, I’ll try, if little _Pug_ haue the malignity To recompence it, and ſo ſaue his danger. 30 ’Tis not the paine, but the diſcredite of it, The _Diuell_ ſhould not keepe a body intire. WIT. Away, fall backe, ſhe comes. MAN. I’ll leaue you, Sir, The Maſter of my chamber. I haue buſineſſe. WIT. M^rs! M^rs. FI. You make me paint, S^r. WIT. The’are faire colours, 35 _Lady_, and naturall! I did receiue Some commands from you, lately, gentle _Lady_, [123] _This Scene is acted at two windo’s as out of_ _two contiguous buildings._ But ſo perplex’d, and wrap’d in the deliuery, As I may feare t’haue miſ-interpreted: But muſt make ſuit ſtill, to be neere your grace. 40 M^rs. FI. Who is there with you, S^r? WIT. None, but my ſelfe. It falls out. _Lady_, to be a deare friends lodging. Wherein there’s ſome conſpiracy of fortune With your poore ſeruants bleſ affections. M^rs. FI. Who was it ſung? WIT. He, _Lady_, but hee’s gone, 45 Vpon my entreaty of him, ſeeing you Approach the window. Neither need you doubt him, If he were here. He is too much a gentleman. M^rs. FI. Sir, if you iudge me by this ſimple action, And by the outward habite, and complexion 50 Of eaſineſſe, it hath, to your deſigne; You may with Iuſtice, ſay, I am a woman: And a ſtrange woman. But when you ſhall pleaſe, To bring but that concurrence of my fortune, To memory, which to day your ſelfe did vrge: 55 It may beget ſome fauour like excuſe, Though none like reaſon.