_. I pray trust me to deliver it.

_Foo_. With all my hart, Sir, you may comand.

[_Enter Thomas_.

_Ri_. _Thomas_, pray entertaine this footman in the butterie; let him
drinke and refresh himselfe, and set the cold chine of Beefe before him:
he has ranne hard.

_Tho_. That will stay his stomach, indeed, but Claret is your only
binder.

_Foo_. Sack, while you live, after a heat, Sir.

_Tho_. Please you, my friend, ile shew you the way to be drunke.

[_Exit. [Tho. with footman_.

_Ri_. To my loving Daughter. May not this be a trick?
By your favour, Madam. [_He opens the Letter_.

_Enter Underwit_.

Captaine, gather you the sence of that Letter while I peruse this. You
know Mistress _Dorothy_.

_Un_. I have had a great desire to know her, I confess, but she is
still like the bottome of the map, _terra incognita_. I have been a
long tyme hovering about the _Magellan_ streights, but have made no
new discoveries.

_Ri_. Ha! this is not counterfeit, I dare trust my owne Judgment; tis a
very rich one. I am confirmed, and will scale them up agen. My Ladies
woman Sir _Walter Littlelands_ Daughter and heire! What think you now of
Mistris _Dorothy_?

_Un_. A great deale better than I did; and yet I have lov'd her this
halfe yeare in a kind of way. O' my conscience why may not I marry her?

_Ri_. This Jewell was sent by her mother to her.

_Un_. Deere Uncle conseale till I have talk'd with her. Oh for some
witchcraft to make all sure.

_Ri_. I like this well; shees here.

_Enter Dorothy_.

_Un_. I vow, Mistris Dorothy, if I were immodest twas the meere impudence
of my sack and not my owne disposition; but if you please to accept my
love now, by the way of Marriage, I will make you satisfaction like a
gentleman in the point of honour.

_Do_. Your birth and estate is to high and unequall for me, sir.

_Un_. What care I for a portion or a face! She that has good eyes has
good----Give me vertue.

_Do_. You are pleas'd to make your mirth of me.

_Un_. By this Rubie, nay you shall weare it in the broad eye of the
world, dost thinke I am in Jeast.

_Do_. Sir _Richard_--

_Un_. And were he ten Sir _Richards_, I am out of my wardship.

_Do_.--How he flutters in the lime bush! it takes rarely.

_Un_. What a necessary thing now were a household Chaplaine.

[_Ext. [Dorothy & Underwit_.

_Ri_. So, so, the wench inclines. I wil