_Al._ Although to reverence so grave a matron Were an ambitious word in me; yet since You give me boldnesse, I doe love you. _De._ Then Thou art my owne. _Al._ Has she no cloven foote? _De._ And I am thine, and all that I command Thy servants, from this minute thou art happy, And fate in thee will crowne all my desires. I griev'd a proper man should be compeld To bring his body to the common market, My wealth shall make thee glorious, and the more To encourage thee, how ere this forme may fright Thy youthfull eyes, yet thou wo't find by light Of thy owne sense, for other light is banish'd My chamber, when our armes tie lovers knots, And kisses seale the welcome of our lippes, I shall not there affright thee, nor seeme old, With riveld veines, my skin is smooth and softe As _Ermines_, with a spirit to meete thine, Active and equall to the queene of Loves When she did court _Adonis_. _Al._ This doth more Confirme she is a devill, and I am Within his owne dominions, I must on, Or else be torne a peeces, I have heard These Succubi must not be crost. _De._ We trifle Too precious time away, Ile shew you a prospect Of the next chamber, and then out the candle. _Al._ Have you no sacke i'th house, I would goe arm'd Vpon this breach. _De._ It shanot need. _Al._ One word Mother, have not you beene a Cat in your dayes? _De._ I am glad you are so merry sir, you observe That bed. _Alex._ A very brave one. _De._ When you are Disrob'd, you can come thither in the darke, You shanot stay for me, come as you wish For happinesse. _Exit._ _Al._ I am preferd, if I Be modest and obey, she cannot have The heart to doe me harme, and she were _Hecate_ Herselfe, I will have a strong faith, and thinke, I march upon a Mistris, the lesse evill, If I scape fire now, I defie the devill. _Exit._ _Enter Fred. Littlew. Steward._ _Fre._ And how dee like me now? _St._ Most excellent. _Fre._ Your opinion Mr. _Littlewor_. _Lit._ Your French tailor Has made you a perfect gentleman, I may Converse now with you, and preserve my credit, De'e find no alteration in your body With these new clothes? _Fre._ My body altered? No. _Lit._ You are not yet in fashion then, that must Have a new motion garbe, and posture too, Or all your pride is cast away, it is not The cut of your apparrell makes a gallant, But the geometricall wearing of your clothes.