_Cel_. Such a thing he would seeme, but in his guiltinesse Of little land, his expectation is not So valiant as it might be, he weares cloathes, And feeds with noblemen, to some I heare No better than a wanton emissarie, Or scout for _Venus_ wild soule, which made tame, He thinkes no shame to stand court centinell, In hope of the reversion. _Mar._ I have heard That some of them are often my Lords tasters, The first fruits they condition for, and will Exact as fees for the promotion. _Cel._ Let them agree, there's no account shall lie For me among their trafficke. _Enter Gentlewo._ _Gen._ Mr. _Hairecut_ Madam Is new come in, to tender you his service. _Cel._ Let him discourse a little with sir _William_. _Exit._ _Ma._ What is this gentleman Mr. _Hairecut_ Madam? I note him very gallant, and much courted By gentlemen of qualitie. _Cel._ I know not More than a trim gay man, he has some great office Sure by his confident behaviour, He would be entertaind under the title Of servant to me, and I must confesse, He is the sweetest of all men that visite me. _Is._ How meane you Madam? _Cel._ He is full of powder, He will save much in perfume for my chamber, Were he but constant here; give e'm accesse. _Enter Sir Will. Sentlove, Mr. Hairecut._ _Sent._ Madam the humblest of your servants is Exalted to a happinesse, if you smile Vpon my visit. _Ha._ I must begge your charitie Vpon my rudenesse Madam, I shall give That day up lost to any happinesse, When I forget to tender you my service. _Cel._ You practise Courtship gentlemen. _Sent._ But cannot Find where with more desert to exercise it, What Ladie's this I pray? _Cel._ A kinswoman Of mine sir _William_. _Sent._ I am more her servant. _Cel._ You came from Court, now I presume. _Ha._ Tis Madam The sphere I move in, and my destinie Was kinde to place me there, where J enjoy All blessings that a mortall can possesse, That lives not in your presence, and J should Fixe my ambition, when you would vouchsafe Me so much honour, to accept from me An humble entertainment there. _Cel._ But by What name shall I be knowne, in what degree Shall J be of kinred to you. _Hair._ How meane you Madam? _Cel._ Perhaps you'le call me sister, I shall take it A speciall preferment, or it may be J may passe under title of your Mistresse, If I seeme rich, and faire enough, to engage Your confidence to owne me. _Ha._ J would hope. _Cel._ But tis not come to that yet, you will sir Excuse my mirth. _Ha._ Sweet Madam. _Cel._ Shall J take Boldnesse to aske what place you hold in Court? Tis an uncivill curiositie, But you'le have mercie to a womans question.