_Lan._ You Lady, or your fair Sister there, here's a Gentleman that has received a benefit. _Wid._ From whom, Sir? _Lan._ From one of you, as he supposes, Madam, your man delivered it. _Wid._ I pray go forward. _Lan._ And of so great a goodness, that he dares not, without the tender of his thanks and service, pass by the house. _Wid._ Which is the Gentleman? _Lan._ This, Madam. _Wid._ What's your name, Sir? _Fran._ They that know me call me _Francisco_, Lady, one not so proud to scorn so timely a benefit, nor so wretched to hide a gratitude. _Wid._ It is well bestowed then. _Fran._ Your fair self, or your Sister as it seems, for what desert I dare not know, unless a handsome subject for your charities, or aptness in your noble will to do it, have showred upon my wants a timely bounty, which makes me rich in thanks, my best inheritance. _Wid._ I am sorry 'twas not mine, this is the Gentlewoman, fie, do not blush, go roundly to the matter, the man is a pretty man. _Isab._ You have three fine ones. _Fran._ Then to you, dear Lady? _Isab._ I pray no more, Sir, if I may perswade you, your only aptness to do this is recompence, and more than I expected. _Fran._ But good Lady. _Isab._ And for me further to be acquainted with it besides the imputation of vain glory, were greedy thankings of my self, I did it not to be more affected to; I did it, and if it happened where I thought it fitted, I have my end; more to enquire is curious in either of us, more than that suspicious. _Fran._ But gentle Lady, 'twill be necessary. _Isab._ About the right way nothing, do not fright it, being to pious use and tender sighted, with the blown face of Complements, it blasts it; had you not come at all, but thought thanks, it had been too much, 'twas not to see your person. _Wid._ A brave dissembling Rogue, and how she carries it! _Isa._ Though I believe few handsomer; or hear you, though I affect a good tongue well; or try you, though my years desire a friend, that I relieved you. _Wid._ A plaguie cunning quean. _Isab._ For so I carried it, my end's too glorious in mine eyes, and bettered the goodness I propounded with opinion. _Wid._ Fear her not, Sir. _Isa._ You cannot catch me, Sister. _Fran._ Will you both teach, and tie my tongue up Lady? _Isa._ Let it suffice you have it, it was never mine, whilest good men wanted it. _Lan._ This is a Saint sure. _Isa._ And if you be not such a one, restore it. _Fran._ To commend my self, were more officious than you think my thanks are, to doubt I may be worth your gift a treason, both to mine own good and understanding, I know my mind clear, and though modesty tells me, he that intreats intrudes; yet I must think something, and of some season, met with your better taste, this had not been else. _Wid._ What ward for that, wench? _Isa._ Alas, it never touched me. _Fran._ Well, gentle Lady, yours is the first money I ever took upon a forced ill manners.