_Foun._ How hansomly this little piece of anger shews upon her! well Madam well, you know not how to grace your self. _Bel._ Nay every thing she does breeds a new sweetness. _Wid._ I must go up, I must go up, I have a business waits upon me, some wine for the Gentlemen. _Hare._ Nay, we'l go with you, we never saw your chambers yet. _Isab._ Hold there boyes. _Wid._ Say I go to my prayers? _Foun._ We'l pray with you, and help your meditations. _Wid._ This is boysterous, or say I go to sleep, will you go to sleep with me? _Bel._ So suddenly before meat will be dangerous, we know your dinner's ready Lady, you will not sleep. _Wid._ Give me my Coach, I will take the air. _Hare._ We'l wait on you, and then your meat after a quickned stomach. _Wid._ Let it alone, and call my Steward to me, and bid him bring his reckonings into the Orchard, these unmannerly rude puppies-- [_Exit Widow._ _Foun._ We'l walk after you and view the pleasure of the place. _Isab._ Let her not rest, for if you give her breath, she'l scorn and flout you, seem how she will, this is the way to win her, be bold and prosper. _Bel._ Nay if we do not tire her.-- [_Exeunt._ _Isab._ I'le teach you to worm me, good Lady sister, and peep into my privacies to suspect me, I'le torture you, with that you hate, most daintily, and when I have done that, laugh at that you love most. _Enter_ Luce. _Luce._ What have you done, she chafes and fumes outragiously, and still they persecute her. _Isab._ Long may they do so, I'le teach her to declaim against my pities, why is she not gone out o'th' town, but gives occasion for men to run mad after her? _Luc._ I shall be hanged. _Isab._ This in me had been high treason, three at a time, and private in her Orchard! I hope she'l cast her reckonings right now. _Enter_ Widow. _Wid._ Well, I shall find who brought 'em. _Isab._ Ha, ha, ha. _Wid._ Why do you laugh sister? I fear me 'tis your trick, 'twas neatly done of you, and well becomes your pleasure. _Isab._ What have you done with 'em? _Wid._ Lockt 'em i'th' Orchard, there I'le make 'em dance and caper too, before they get their liberty, unmannerly rude puppies. _Isab._ They are somewhat saucy, but yet I'le let 'em out, and once more sound 'em, why were they not beaten out? _Wid._ I was about it, but because they came as suiters. _Isab._ Why did you not answer 'em? _Wid._ They are so impudent they will receive none: More yet! how came these in? _Enter_ Francisco _and_ Lance. _Lan._ At the door, Madam. _Isab._ It is that face. _Luce._ This is the Gentleman. _Wid._ She sent the money to? _Luce._ The same. _Isab._ Fie leave you, they have some business. _Wid._ Nay, you shall stay, Sister, they are strangers both to me; how her face alters! _Isab._ I am sorry he comes now. _Wid._ I am glad he is here now though. Who would you speak with, Gentlemen?