_Lor._ Please you to give me the particular That I may know the extent of my engagement, I am ignorant by what desert you should Be encouragd to have care of me. _De._ My Lord, I will take boldnesse to be plaine, beside Your other excellent parts, you have much fame For your sweet inclination to our sexe. _Lor._ How dee meane Madam? _Dec._ I'that way your Lordship Hath honorably practisd upon some Not to be nam'd, your noble constancie To a mistresse hath deserv'd our generall vote, And I a part of woman kind have thought How to expresse my duty. _Lor._ In what Madam? _Dec._ Be not so strange my Lord, I know the beauty And pleasures of your eyes, that hansome creature With whose faire life all your delight tooke leave, And to whose memory you have paid too much Sad tribute. _Lor._ Whats all this? _Dec._ This, if your Lordship Accept my service, in pure zeale to cure Your melancholy, I could point where you might Repaire your losse. _Lor._ Your Ladiship I conceive Doth trafficke in flesh marchandize. _De._ To men Of honour like your selfe, I am well knowne To some in court and come not with ambition Now to supplant your officer. _Lor._ What is The Lady of pleasure you preferre. _De._ A Lady Of birth and fortune, one upon whose vertue I may presume, the Lady _Aretina_. _Lor._ Wife to sir _Thomas Bornwell_? _Dec._ The same sir. _Lor._ Have you prepard her? _De._ Not for your Lordship, till I have found your pulse, I am acquainted with her disposition She has a very appliable nature. _Lor._ And Madam when expect you to be whipt For doing these fine favors. _De._ How my Lord? Your Lordship does but jeast I hope, you make A difference betweene a Lady that Does honorable offices, and one They call a bawd, your Lordship was not wont To have such course opinion of our practice. _Lor._ The Lady _Aretina_ is my kinswoman. _De._ What if she be my Lord? the nearer bloud The dearer sympathie. _Lor._ Ile have thee carted. _De._ Your Lordship wonot so much staine your honour And education, to use a woman Of my qualitie.----_Lord._----Tis possible you may Be sent off with an honorable convoy Of Halberdeers. _De._ Oh my good Lord! _Lor._ Your Ladiship shall be no protection If thou but staist three minutes. _De._ I am gone, When next you finde rebellion in your bloud, May all within ten mile o'th court turne honest. _Exit._ _Lor._ I doe not finde that pronenesse since the faire _Bella Maria_ died, my bloud is cold, Nor is there beautie enough surviving To highten me to wantonnesse, who waites? And what said my Lady? _Enter Hairecut._ _Ha._ The silent language of her face my Lord Was not so pleasant, as it shewd upon Her entrance. _Lor._ Would any man that meetes This Lady take her for a bawde. _Ha._ She does The trade an honor, credit to the profession, We may in time see baldnesse, quarter noses, And rotten legges to take the wall of footclothes.