SCENE IV.

Fac. Look ye, Sir, there she is, you see how busie; Methinks you are infinitely bound to her, for her journey. Mir. How gloriously she shews! She is a tall woman. Fac. Of a fair Size, Sir. My Master not being at home, I have been so out of my wits, to get her company: I mean, Sir, of her own fair sex, and fashion. Mir. Afar off, she is most fair too. Fac. Near, most Excellent. At length, I have entreated two fair Ladies, And happily you know 'em: the young Daughters Of Monsieur Nantolet. Mir. I know 'em well, Sir. What are those? Jewels? Fac. All. Mir. They make a rich shew! Fac. There is a matter of ten thousand pounds too Was owing here: you see those Merchants with her; They have brought it in now. Mir. How handsomly her shape shews! Fac. Those are still neat: your Italians are most curious: Now she looks this way. Mir. She has a goodly presence, How full of courtesie! Well, Sir, I'le leave ye, And if I may be bold to bring a friend or two; Good noble Gentlemen. Fac. No doubt, ye may, Sir. For you have most command. Mir. I have seen a wonder. [Exit. Ori. Is he gone? Fac. Yes. Ori. How? Fac. Taken to the utmost, A wonder dwells about him. Ori. He did not guess at me? Fac. No, be secure; ye shew another woman, He is gone to fetch his friends. Ori. Where are the Gentlewomen? Fac. Here, here, now they are come, Sit still, and let them see ye.

Ros. Pray ye, where's my friend, Sir? Fac. She is within, Ladies, but here's another Gentlewoman, A stranger to this Town: so please you visit her, 'Twill be well taken. Lil. Where is she? Fac. There, above, Ladies. Ser. 'Bless me: what thing is this? two Pinacles Upon her pate! Is't not a glode to catch Wood-cocks? Ros. Peace, ye rude knave. Ser. What a bouncing Bum she has too! There's Sail enough for a Carrack. Ros. What is this Lady? For as I live, she's a goodly woman. Fac. Ghess, ghess. Lil. I have not seen a nobler Presence. Ser. 'Tis a lustie wench: now could I spend my forty-pence, With all my heart, to have but one fling at her; To give her but a washing blow. Lil. Ye Rascal. Ser. I that's all a man has, for's good will: 'twill be long enough, Before ye cry come Anthonie, and kiss me. Lil. I'le have ye whipt. Ros. Has my friend seen this Lady? Fac. Yes, yes, and is well known to her. Ros. I much admire her Presence. Lil. So do I too: For I protest, she is the handsomest, The rarest, and the newest to mine eye That ever I saw yet. Ros. I long to know her; My friend shall do that kindness. Ori. So she shall Ladies, Come, pray ye come up. Ros. O me. Lil. Hang me if I knew her: Were I a man my self, I should now love ye; Nay, I should doat. Ros. I dare not trust mine eyes; For as I live ye are the strangest alter'd, I must come up to know the truth. Ser. So must I, Lady; For I am a kind of unbeliever too. Lil. Get ye gone, Sirrah; And what ye have seen, be secret in: you are paid else, No more of your long tongue. Fac. Will ye go in Ladies, And talk with her? These venturers will come straight: Away with this fellow. Lil. There, Sirrah, go, disport ye. Ser. I would the trunk-hos'd-woman would go with me. [Exit.