_Const_. I have given 'em the slip in the garden, to come and overhear thee: No fat overgrown virgin of forty ever offered herself so dog-cheap, or was more despised; methinks now this should mortify thee exceedingly. _Isa_. Not a whit the more for that: Cousin mine, our sex is not so easily put out of conceit with our own beauties. _Const_. Thou hast lost the opinion of thy honesty, and got nothing in recompence: Now that's such an oversight in a lady-- _Isa_. You are deceived; they think me too virtuous for their purpose; but I have yet another way to try, and you shall help me. _Enter_ LOVEBY, _new habited_. _Const_. Mr Loveby, welcome, welcome: Where have you been this fortnight? _Lov_. Faith, madam, out of town, to see a little thing that's fallen to me upon the death of a grandmother. _Const_. You thank death for the windfall, servant: But why are you not in mourning for her? _Lov_. Troth, madam, it came upon me so suddenly, I had not time: 'Twas a fortune utterly unexpected by me. _Isa_. Why, was your grandmother so young, you could not look for her decease? _Lov_. Not for that neither; but I had many other kindred, whom she might have left it to; only she heard I lived here in fashion, and spent my money in the eye of the world. _Const_. You forge these things prettily; but I have heard you are as poor as a decimated cavalier, and had not one foot of land in all the world. _Lov_. Rivals' tales, rivals' tales, madam. _Const_. Where lies your land, sir? _Lov_. I'll tell you, madam, it has upon it a very fair manor house; from one side you have in prospect an hanging garden. _Isa_. Who was hanged there? not your grandmother, I hope? _Lov_. In the midst of it you have a fountain: You have seen that at Hampton-court? it will serve to give you a slight image of it. Beyond the garden you look to a river through a perspective of fruit-trees; and beyond the river you see a mead so flowery!--Well, I shall never be at quiet, till we two make hay there. _Const_. But where lies this paradise? _Lov_. Pox on't; I am thinking to sell it, it has such a villanous unpleasant name, it would have sounded so harsh in a lady's ear. But for the fountain, madam-- _Const_. The fountain's a poor excuse, it will not hold water; come, the name, the name. _Lov_. Faith, it is come so lately into my hands, that I have forgot the name on't. _Isa_. That's much, now, that you should forget the name, and yet could make such an exact description of the place. _Lov_. If you would needs know, the name's Bawdy.--Sure this will give a stop to their curiosity. [_Aside_. _Isa_. At least you will tell us in what county it lies, that my cousin may send to enquire about it: come, this shall not serve your turn; tell us any town that's near it. _Lov_. 'Twill be somewhat too far to send; it lies in the very north of Scotland. _Isa_. In good time, a paradise in the Highlands; is't not so, sir?