_Cel._ I like you sir the better, that you doe not Wander about, but shoote home to the meaning, Tis a confidence will make a man Know sooner what to trust to, but I never Saw you before, and I beleeve you come not With hope to finde me desperate upon marriage, If maides out of their ignorance of what Men, are refuse these offers, widowes may Out of their knowledge be allow'd some coynesse, And yet I know not how much happinesse A peremptorie answer may deprive me of, You may be some young Lord, and though I see not Your footmen and your groome, they may not be Farre off in conference with your horse, please you To instruct me with your title, against which I would not willingly offend. _Ha._ I am A gentleman, my name is _Hairecut_ madam. _Cel._ Sweete Mr. _Hairecut_, are you a Courtier? _Ha._ Yes. _Cel._ J did thinke so by your confidence, Not to detaine you sir with circumstance, J was not so unhappy in my husband But that tis possible I may be a wife Agen, but I must tell you, he that winnes My affection shall deserve me. _Ha._ J will hope If you can love, J shanot present Madam An object to displease you in my person, And when time, and your patience shall possesse you With further knowledge of me, and the truth Of my devotion, you will not repent The offer of my service. _Cel._ You say well. How long doe you imagine you can love sir? Is it a Quotidian, or will it hold But every other day? _Ha._ You are pleasant Madam. _Cel._ Dost take you with a burning at the first, Or with a cold fit for you gentlemen Have both your Summer, and your Winter service. _Ha._ J am ignorant what you meane, but J shall never Be cold in my affection to such beautie. _Cel._ And twill be somewhat long ere J be warme in't. _Ha._ If you vouchsafe me so much honour Madam, That J may waite on you sometimes, J shanot Despaire to see a change. _Cel._ But now J know Your minde, you shall not neede to tell it, when You come agen, J shall remember it. _Ha._ You make me fortunate. _Enter Steward._ _St._ Madam your kinswomen The Lady _Novice_ and her sister are New lighted from their coach. _Cel._ I did expect e'm, They partly are my pupills, ile attend e'm. _Ha._ Madam I have beene too great a trespasser Vpon your patience, ile take my leave, You have affaires, and I have some imployment Calls me to Court, I shall present agen A servant to you. _Cel._ Sir you may present, _Exit Ha._ But not give fire I hope, now to the Ladies This recreation's past, the next must be To read to them some Court Philosophie. _Exeunt._ _The second Act._ _Enter sir Thomas Bornewell._ Tis a strange humour I have undertaken To dance, and play, and spend as fast as she does, But I am resolv'd, it may doe good upon her, And fright her into thrift, nay ile endeavour To make her jealous too, if this doe not Allay her gamboling, shee's past a woman And onely a miracle must tame her. _Enter Steward._ _St._ Tis Mr. _Fredericke_ my Ladies nephew. _Bo._ What of him?