bel, Charlote, _Nurse_.

_Verta._ Use legs, and have legs.

_Cham._ You that have legs say so,
I put my one to too much stress.

_Verdo._ Your Horse, Sir,
Will meet you within half a mile.

_Lam._ I like
The walk so well, I should not miss my Coach,
Though it were further. _Annabel_ thou art sad:
What ails my Niece?

_Beau._ She's still musing, Sister,
How quietly her late bed-fellow lay by her.

_Nurse._ Old as I am, he would have startled me,
Nor can you blame her.

_Char._ Had I ta'ne her place,
I know not, but I fear, I should ha' shreek'd,
Though he had never offer'd--

_Ana._ Out upon thee,
Thou wouldst have taught him.

_Char._ I think, with your pardon,
That you wish now you had.

_Ana._ I am glad I yield you [_Cornet._
Such ample scope of mirth. [_Musick within._

_Verta._ Nay, be not angry,
There's no ill meant: ha? Musick, and choice Musick?

_Cham._ 'Tis near us in the Grove; what courteous bounty
Bestows it on us? my dancing days are done;
Yet I would thank the giver, did I know him.

_Verdo._ 'Tis questionless, some one of your own Village,
That hearing of your purpos'd journey thither,
Prepares it for your entertainment, and
The honour of my Lady.

_Lam._ I think rather,
Some of your Lordships Clients.

_Beaup._ What say you Cousin,
If they should prove your Suitors?

_Verd._ That's most likely.

_Nurse._ I say if you are noble, be't who will,
Go presently and thank 'em: I can jump yet,
Or tread a measure.

_Lam._ Like a Millers Mare.

_Nurs._ I warrant you well enough to serve the Country,
I'le make one, and lead the way. [_Exit._

_Charl._ Do you note,
How zealous the old Crone is?

_Lam._ And you titter
As eagerly as she: come sweet, we'll follow,
No ill can be intended. [_Musick ends._

_Cham._ I ne're feared yet. [_Exeunt._

SONG in the Wood.

_This way, this way come and hear,
You that hold these pleasures dear,
Fill your ears with our sweet sound,
Whilst we melt the frozen ground:
This way come, make haste oh fair,
Let your clear eyes gild the Air;
Come and bless us with your sight,
This way, this way, seek delight._

_Enter company of Gentlemen, like Ruffians._

_1 Gent._ They are ours, but draw them on a little further
From the foot-path into the neighbouring thicket,
And we may do't, as safe as in a Castle.

_2 Gent