_Bor._ I know not Madam, But you pursue these wayes. _Are._ What wayes? _Bor._ In the strict sence of honestie I dare Make oath, they are Innocent. _Are._ Do not divert, By busie troubling of your braine, those thoughts That should preserve em. _Bor._ How was that? _Are._ Tis English. _Bor._ But carries some unkinde sence. _Enter Madam Decoy._ _De._ Good morrow my sweete Madam. _Are._ _Decoy_ welcome, this visite is a favour. _De._ Alas sweet Madam, I cannot stay, I came But to present my service to your Ladiship; I could not passe by your doore, but I must take The boldnesse to render my respects. _Are._ You oblige me Madam, but I must Not dispence so with your absence. _De._ Alas, the Coach Madam stayes for me at the doore. _Are._ Thou shalt command mine, prethee sweete _Decoy_. _De._ I wou'd waite on you Madam, but I have many Visits to make this morning I beseech. _Are._ So you will promise to dine with me. _De._ I shall Present a guest. _Are._ Why then good morrow Madam. _De._ A happy day shine on your Ladiship. _Exit._ _Enter Steward._ _Are._ Whats your newes sir? _St._ Madam two gentlemen. _Are._ What gentlemen? Have they no names. _St._ They are The gentleman with his owne head of haire, Whom you commended for his horsemanship In Hide Parke, and becomming the saddle The tother day. _Are._ What circumstance is this, To know him by. _St._ His names at my tongues end, He lik'd the fashion of your pearle chaine Madam, And borrowed it for his Jewelier to take A coppie by it. _Bor._ What cheating gallants this? _St._ That never walkes without a Ladies buske, And playes with fannes Mr. _Alexander Kickshaw_, I thought I should remember him. _Are._ Whats the other? _St._ What an unluckie memorie I have? The gallant that still danceth in the streete, And weares a grosse of Ribbon in his hat, That carries _Oringado_ in his pocket, And Suger-plumbs to sweeten his discourse, That studies complement, defies all wit On blacke and censures playes that are not bawdy, Mr. _John Littleworth_. _Are._ They are welcome, but Pray entertaine them a small time, lest I Be unprovided. _Bor._ Did they aske for me? _Ste._ No sir. _Bor._ It matters not, they must be welcome. _Are._ Fie, how's this haire disordered? here's a curle, Straddle most impiously, I must to my closet. _Exit._ _Bor._ Waite on em my Lady will returne agen, I have to such a height fulfill'd her humor, All applications dangerous, these gallants Must be received or shee will fall into A tempest, and the house be shooke with names Of all her kindred, tis a servitude, I may in time shake off. _Enter Alexander and Littleworth._ _Al. Lit._ Save you Sir _Thomas_. _Bor._ Save you gentlemen. _Al._ I kisse your hand. _Bor._ What day is it abroad?