_Prue._ And to make my person more acceptable to him, I have used art, as they say; for every night since he came, I have worn the forehead-piece of bees-wax and hog's-grease, and every morning washed with butter-milk and wild tansy; and have put on every day for his only sake my Sunday's bowdy[64] stockings, and have new-chalked my shoes, as constantly as the morning came: nay, I have taken occasion to garter my stockings before him, as if unawares of him; for a good leg and foot, with good shoes and stockings, are very provoking, as they say; but the devil a bit would he be provoked.--But I must think of a way. [_Aside._ _Black._ Thus, thus. _Mons._ What, so! Well, well, I have lessons enough for this time, little master; I will have no more, lest the multiplicity of them make me forget them, da.--Prue, art thou there and so pensive? what art thou thinking of? _Prue._ Indeed, I am ashamed to tell your worship. _Mons._ What, ashamed! wert thou thinking then of my beastliness? ha! ha! ha! _Prue._ Nay, then I am forced to tell your worship in my own vindication. _Mons._ Come then. _Prue._ But indeed, your worship--I'm ashamed, that I am, though it was nothing but a dream I had of your sweet worship last night. _Mons._ Of my sweet worship! I warrant it was a sweet dream then:--what was it? ha! ha! ha! _Prue._ Nay, indeed, I have told your worship enough already; you may guess the rest. _Mons._ I cannot guess; ha! ha! ha! What should it be? prithee let's know the rest. _Prue._ Would you have me so impudent? _Mons._ Impudent! ha! ha! ha! Nay, prithee tell me; for I can't guess, da-- _Prue._ Nay, 'tis always so, for want of the men's guessing the poor women are forced to be impudent:--but I am still ashamed. _Mons._ I will know it; speak. _Prue._ Why then, methought last night you came up into my chamber in your shirt when I was in bed; and that you might easily do, for I have ne'er a lock to my door.--Now I warrant I am as red as my petticoat. _Mons._ No, thou'rt as yellow as e'er thou wert. _Prue._ Yellow, sir! _Mons._ Ay, ay: but let's hear the dream out. _Prue._ Why, can't you guess the rest now? _Mons._ No, not I, I vow and swear: come, let's hear. _Prue._ But can't you guess, in earnest? _Mons._ Not I, the devil eat me! _Prue._ Not guess yet! why then, methought you came to bed to me.--Now am I as red as my petticoat again. _Mons._ Ha! ha! ha!--well, and what then? ha! ha! ha! _Prue._ Nay, now I know by your worship's laughing you guess what you did. I'm sure I cried out, and waked all in tears, with these words in my mouth--"You have undone me! you have undone me! your worship has undone me!" _Mons._ Ha! ha! ha!--but you waked, and found it was but a dream. _Prue._ Indeed it was so lively, I know not whether 'twas a dream, or no.--But if you were not there, I'll undertake you may come when you will, and do anything to me you will, I sleep so fast. _Mons._ No, no; I don't believe that.