Delavil. Some course might be devised To stop this clamour ere it grow too rank, Lest that which yet but inconvenience seems May turn to greater mischief: this I speak In zeal to both,--in sovereign care of him As of a friend, and tender of her honour As one to whom I hope to be allied By marriage with her sister. Old Geraldine. I much thank you, For you have clearly given me light of that Till now I never dreamt on. Delavil. ’Tis my love, And therefore I entreat you make not me To be the first reporter. Old Geraldine. You have done The office of a noble gentleman, And shall not be so injured. _Re-enter_ Wincott _and his_ Wife, Young Geraldine, _and_ Prudentilla; _the_ ladies _wearing flowers_. Wincott. See, Master Geraldine, How bold we are; especially these ladies Play little better than the thieves with you, For they have robbed your garden. Wife. You might, sir, Better have termed it sauciness than theft; You see we blush not what we took in private To wear in public view. Prudentilla. Besides, these cannot Be missed out of so many; in full fields The gleanings are allowed. Old Geraldine. These and the rest Are, ladies, at your service. Wincott. Now to horse: But one thing, ere we part, I must entreat, In which my wife will be joint suitor with me, My sister too. Old Geraldine. In what, I pray? Wincott. That he Which brought us hither may but bring us home; Your much-respected son. Old Geraldine. How men are born To woo their own disasters! [_Aside_. Wife. But to see us From whence he brought us, sir, that’s all. Old Geraldine. This second motion[3.30] makes it palpable. To note a woman’s cunning! Make her husband Bawd to her own lascivious appetite, And to solicit his own shame! [_Aside_. Prudentilla. Nay, sir; When all of us join in so small a suit, It were some injury to be denied. Old Geraldine. And work her sister too! What will not woman To accomplish her own ends? But this disease I’ll seek to physic ere it grow too far.-- [_Aside_. I am most sorry to be urged, sweet friends, In what at this time I can no ways grant; Most, that these ladies should be aught denied, To whom I owe all service; but occasions Of weighty and important consequence, Such as concern the best of my estate, Call him aside. Excuse us both this once; Presume this business is no sooner over, But he’s at his own freedom. Wincott. ’Twere no manners In us to urge it further.--We will leave you, With promise, sir, that he shall in my will Not be the last remembered. Old Geraldine. We are bound to you.-- See them to horse, and instantly return; We have employments for you. Young Geraldine. Sir, I shall. Delavil. Remember your last promise. [_Exeunt_ Delavil, Wincott _and his_ Wife, Prudentilla, _and_ Young Geraldine.