, sir; one
That Cupid has not toyed with, and a warm one--
Fresh, young, and warm! mark that! a mind to boot;
Wit, sir; sense, taste;--a garden strictly tended--
Where nought but what is costly flourishes!
A consort for a king, sir! Thou shalt see her!

_Clif_. I thank you, Master Walter! As you speak,
Methinks I see me at the altar-foot!
Her hand fast locked in mine!--the ring put on!
My wedding-bell rings merry in my ear;
And round me throng glad tongues that give me joy
To be the bridegroom of so fair a bride!

_Wal_. What! sparks so thick? We'll have a blaze anon!

_Servant_. [Entering.] The chariot's at the door.

_Wal_. It waits in time!
Sir Thomas, it shall bear thee to the bower
Where dwells this fair--for she's no city belle,
But e'en a sylvan goddess!

_Clif_. Have with you!

_Wal_. You'll bless the day you served the Hunchback, sir!

[They go out.]

SCENE II.--A Garden before a Country House.

[Enter JULIA and HELEN.]

_Helen_. I like not, Julia, this your country life.
I'm weary on't!

_Julia_. Indeed? So am not I!
I know no other; would no other know!

_Helen_. You would no other know! Would you not know
Another relative?--another friend--
Another house--another anything,
Because the ones you have already please you?
That's poor content! Would you not be more rich,
More wise, more fair? The song that last you learned
You fancy well; and therefore shall you learn
No other song? Your virginal, 'tis true,
Hath a sweet tone; but does it follow thence,
You shall not have another virginal?
You may, love, and a sweeter one; and so
A sweeter life may find than this you lead!

_Julia_. I seek it not. Helen, I'm constancy!

_Helen_. So is a cat, a dog, a silly hen,
An owl, a bat,--where they are wont to lodge
That still sojourn, nor care to shift their quarters.
Thou'rt constancy? I am glad I know thy name!
The spider comes of the same family,
That in his meshy fortress spends his life,
Unless you pull it down and scare him from it.
And so thou'rt constancy? Ar't proud of that?
I'll warrant thee I'll match thee with a snail
From year to year that never leaves his house!
Such constancy forsooth!--a constant grub
That houses ever in the self-same nut
Where he was born, till hunger drives him out,
Or plunder breaketh through his castle wall!
And so, in very deed, thou'rt constancy!

_Julia_. Helen, you know the adage of the tree;--
I've ta'en the bend. This