t by a hundred I hope; 'tis a strange wench.

_Ant_. This screws me up still higher.

_Enter Celia, and Ladies behind her._

_Men_. Here she comes, Sir.

_Ant_. Then be you gone; and take the Women with ye,
And lay those Jewels in her way.

_Cel_. If I stay longer
I shall number as many Lovers as _Lais_ did;
How they flock after me! upon my Conscience,
I have had a dozen Horses given me this morning,
I'le ev'n set up a Troop, and turn She-souldier,
A good discreet wench now, that were not hidebound
Might raise a fine estate here, and suddenly:
For these warm things will give their Souls--I can go no where
Without a world of offerings to my Excellence:
I am a Queen, a Goddesse, I know not what--
And no constellation in all Heaven, but I out-shine it;
And they have found out now I have no eyes
Of mortal lights, but certain influences,
Strange vertuous lightnings, humane nature starts at,
And I can kill my twenty in a morning,
With as much ease now--
Ha! what are these? new projects?
Where are my honourable Ladies? are you out too?
Nay then I must buy the stock, send me good Carding:
I hope the Princes hands be not in this sport;
I have not seen him yet, cannot hear from him,
And that troubles me: all these were recreations
Had I but his sweet company to laugh with me:
What fellow's that? another Apparition?
This is the lovingst Age: I should know that face,
Sure I have seen't before, not long since neither.

_Ant_. She sees me now: O Heaven, a most rare creature!

_Cel_. Yes, 'tis the same: I will take no notice of ye,
But if I do not fit ye, let me fry for't;
Is all this Cackling for your egg? they are fair ones,
Excellent rich no doubt too; and may stumble
A good staid mind, but I can go thus by 'em;
My honest friend; do you set off these Jewels?

_Ant_. Set 'em off, Lady?

_Cel_. I mean, sell 'em here, Sir?

_Ant_. She's very quick; for sale they are not meant sure.

_Cel_. For sanctity I think much less: good even Sir.

_Ant_. Nay noble Lady, stay: 'tis you must wear 'em:
Never look strange, they are worthy your best beauty.

_Cel_. Did you speak to me?

_Ant_. To you or to none living:
To you they are sent, to you they are sacrificed.

_Cel_. I'le never look a Horse i'th' mouth that's given:
I thank ye, Sir: I'le send one to reward ye.

_Ant_. Do you never ask who sent 'em?

_Cel_. Never I:
Nor never care, if it be an honest end,
That end's the full reward, and thanks but slubber it;