'em off,
They are hot, and weary.

_Dem_. I'le doe any thing.

_Leo_. Lieutenant, send one presently away
To th' King, and let him know our state: and hark ye,
Be sure the messenger advise his Majestie
To comfort up the Prince: he's full of sadness.

_Lieu_. When shall I get a Surgeon? this hot weather,
Unless I be well pepper'd, I shall stink, Colonel.

_Leo_. Go, I'le prepare thee one.

_Lieu_. If ye catch me then,
Fighting again, I'le eat hay with a horse. [_Exit_.

_SCENA III._

_Enter_ Leucippe _(reading) and two Maids at a Table writing._

_Leu_. Have ye written to _Merione_?

_1 Ma_. Yes, Madam.

_Leu_. And let her understand the hopes she has,
If she come speedilie--

_1 Ma_. All these are specified.

_Leu_. And of the chain is sent her,
And the rich stuff to make her shew more handsom here?

_1 Maid_. All this is done, Madam.

_Leu_. What have you dispatcht there?

_2 Maid_. A letter to the Country maid, and't please ye.

_Leu_. A pretty girle, but peevish, plaguy peevish:
Have ye bought the embroydered gloves, and that purse for her,
And the new Curle?

_2 Maid_. They are ready packt up Madam.

_Leu_. Her maiden-head will yield me; let me see now;
She is not fifteen they say: for her complexion--
_Cloe, Cloe, Cloe,_ here, I have her,
_Cloe_, the Daughter of a Country Gentleman;
Her age upon fifteen: now her complexion,
A lovely brown; here 'tis; eyes black and rolling,
The body neatly built: she strikes a Lute well,
Sings most inticingly, these helps consider'd,
Her maiden-head will amount to some three hundred,
Or three hundred and fifty Crowns, 'twill bear it handsomly.
Her Father's poor, some little share deducted,
To buy him a hunting Nag; I, 'twill be pretty.
Who takes care of the Merchants Wife?

_1 Ma_. I have wrought her.

_Leu_. You know for whom she is?

_1 Ma_. Very well, Madam,
Though very much ado I had to make her
Apprehend that happiness.

_Leu_. These Kind are subtile;
Did she not cry and blubber when you urg'd her?

_1 Ma_. O most extreamly, and swore she would rather perish.

_Leu_. Good signs, very good signs,
Symptoms of easie nature.
Had she the Plate?

_1 Ma_. She lookt upon't, and left it,
And turn'd again, and view'd it.

_Leu_. Very well still.

_1 Ma_. At length she was content to let it lye there,
Till I call'd for't, or so.

_Leu_. She will come?

_1 Ma_. Do you take me
For such a Fool, I would part without that promise?