_Ger._ We will lose no time, I warrant you, sir, if she be to be married to-morrow. _Don._ True, I think she may be married to-morrow; therefore, I would not have you lose any time, look you. _Ger._ You need not caution me, I warrant you, sir.--Sweet scholar, your humble servant: I will not fail you immediately after dinner. _Don._ No, no, pray do not; and I will not fail to satisfy you very well, look you. _Hip._ He does not doubt his reward, father, for his pains. If you should not, I would make that good to him. _Don._ Come, let us go in to your aunt: I must talk with you both together, child. _Hip._ I follow you, sir. [_Exeunt_ GERRARD _and_ Don DIEGO. _Prue._ Here's the gentlewoman o' th' next house come to see you, mistress. _Hip._ [_Aside._] She's come, as if she came expressly to sing the new song she sung last night. I must hear it; for 'tis to my purpose now.-- _Enter_ Lady. Madam, your servant: I dreamt all night of the song you sung last; the new song against delays in love, Pray, let's hear it again. _Lady._ [_Sings._] Since we poor slavish women know Our men we cannot pick and choose, To him we like why say we no, And both our time and lover lose? With feigned repulses and delays A lover's appetite we pall; And if too long the gallant stays, His stomach's gone for good and all, Or our impatient amorous guest Unknown to us away may steal, And rather than stay for a feast, Take up with some coarse ready meal When opportunity is kind, Let prudent women be so too; And if the man be to your mind, Till needs you must, ne'er let him go. The match soon made is happy still, For only love has there to do. Let no one marry 'gainst her will, But stand off when her parents woo, And only to their suits be coy: For she whom jointure can obtain, To let a fop her bed enjoy, Is but a lawful wench for gain. _Prue._ Your father calls for you, miss. [_Steps to the door._ _Hip._ I come, I come; I must be obedient as long as I am with him. [_Pausing._ Our parents who restrain our liberty, But take the course to make us sooner free, Though all we gain be but new slavery; We leave our fathers, and to husbands flee. [_Exeunt._ ACT THE THIRD. SCENE I.--Don DIEGO'S _House._ _Enter_ Monsieur de PARIS, HIPPOLITA, _and_ PRUE. _Mons. Serviteur, serviteur, la cousine._ Your maid told me she watched at the stair-foot for my coming; because you had a mind to speak wit me before I saw your fader, it seem. _Hip._ I would so, indeed, cousin. _Mons. Or-ça! or-ça!_ I know your affair. It is to tell me wat recreation you ade with Monsieur Gerrard. But did he come? I was afrait he would not come. _Hip._ Yes, yes, he did come. _Mons._ Ha! ha! ha!--and were you not infiniment divertisee and please? Confess. _Hip._ I was indeed, cousin, I was very well pleased.