_Isab._ It may be so, but _Luce_, you have a tongue, a dish of meat in your mouth, which if it were minced _Luce_, would do a great deal better. _Luce._ I protest Mistress. _Isab._ It will be your own one time or other: _Walter_. _Walter_ [_within._] Anon forsooth. _Isab._ Lay my hat ready, my fan and cloak, you are so full of providence; and _Walter_, tuck up my little box behind the Coach, and bid my maid make ready, my sweet service to your good Lady Mistress; and my dog, good let the Coachman carry him. _Luce._ But hear me. _Isab._ I am in love sweet _Luce_, and you are so skilfull, that I must needs undo my self; and hear me, let _Oliver_ pack up my Glass discreetly, and see my Curles well carried. O sweet _Luce_, you have a tongue, and open tongues have open you know what, _Luce._ _Luce._ Pray you be satisfied. _Isab._ Yes and contented too, before I leave you: there's a _Roger_, which some call a Butcher, I speak of certainties, I do not fish _Luce_, nay do not stare, I have a tongue can talk too: and a Green Chamber _Luce_, a back door opens to a long Gallerie; there was a night _Luce_, do you perceive, do you perceive me yet? O do you blush _Luce_? a Friday night I saw your Saint, _Luce_: for t'other box of Marmalade, all's thine sweet _Roger_, this I heard and kept too. _Luce._ E'ne as you are a woman Mistress. _Isab._ This I allow as good and Physical sometime, these meetings, and for the cheering of the heart; but _Luce_, to have your own turn served, and to your friend to be a dog-bolt. _Luce._ I confess it Mistress. _Isab._ As you have made my sister jealous of me, and foolishly, and childishly pursued it, I have found out your haunt, and traced your purposes; for which mine honour suffers; your best waies must be applied to bring her back again, and seriously and suddenly, that so I may have a means to clear my self, and she a fair opinion of me, else you peevish-- _Luce._ My power and prayers Mistress. _Isab._ What's the matter? _Enter_ Shorthose, _and_ Widow. _Short._ I have been with the Gentleman, he has it, much good may do him with it. _Wid._ Come, are you ready? you love so to delay time, the day grows on. _Isab._ I have sent for a few trifles, when those are come; And now I know your reason. _Wid._ Know your own honour then, about your business, see the Coach ready presently, I'le tell you more then. [_Ex._ Luce, _and_ Shorthose.