en me for husband? I have it here thats sattisfaction for the
lustiest widdow twixt this and London. Say, will you love me? Ime in
hast and hate demurrs; if you refuse I must seeke out: I have a little
moysture and would be loth to hav't dride for want of exercise.--What
say you, lady?

_Lady_. Sir, for your love I thanke you; for your wealth
I want it not; but yet I doe not find
A disposicon in my selfe to marriage.

_Sir Geff_. That will not serve my turne; I am no knight
Who weares the spurr of honour without Rowells
To prick a woman forwards: I ride post
To Marriage and resolve at the next stage
To take my Inn up. You have here
Two beautifull young gallants to your daughters:
Since youle not be my wife yet be my mother;
Ile marry any of them, which you please,
And hood her with the bagg [badge?] of honor. Lady,
What say you to this motion.

_Lady_. My daughters wills are not in my command:
If you can purchase either of their hearts,
My free consent shall follow.

_Sir Geff_. Nay, then, they will fall out for me, Madam,
I am most fortunate in atcheiving virgins.

_Enter Bonville_.

Save you, sweet youth, the bewties of your Mrs.
Crowne your desires. Are you a suiter?

_Bon_. Madam, I have occasions of importance
Wishes a little privacy with you.

_Lady_. With me, sweet Mr. _Bonvill? Sir Geffrey_,
Pray you vouchsafe your absence; at more leasure
We shall discourse.

_Sir Geff_. With all my heart: Ile to the wenches.
[_Exit_.

_Bon_. Madam we are alone?

_Lady_. You did desire we should.

_Bon_. But are you sure none can oreheare us.

_Lady_. Unles we be to loud:
What mooves you to require this secresie?

_Bon_. I come to aske a question, which the winds;
If I could deafe them, should not heare for feare
Their repercussive Eccho should declare it
To all our infamies.

_Lady_. What ist, I pray you?

_Bon_. Your daughter whom I was a servant to,
--I must deliver it in the homeliest phrase--
Is she dishonest?

_Lady_. You urge a repetition, gentle sir,
Of a sad truth: she is.

_Bon_. It cannot be
In reason comprehensible a mother
Should for a stranger blurr her daughters fame,
Were it untruth. I am confirmd; this favor
Transcends requitall: if a man misled
By error gainst the diety, gross enough
For his damnation, owe a gratitude
To his converter, I am engag'd to you
For my delivery from her.

_Lady_. 'Twas no more
Then what my honor ob