KALA

Lady. Lock your secrets close then: I am not to be forced. You are in love. He's handsome, Richly endowed; he hath a lovely face, A winning tongue. Madame, I will make it Mine own case; he shall think I am in love with him. 'Tis for your sake: I'll tell him so; but Faith I am not, Lady. Trust me. May I not be offensive, Sir? Then briefly, good, resolve me: Have you a Mistress, or a Wife? You said I should. Madame, no: We were not come to that. I have not verily deserved this cruelty. Are you so quick? Well, I may chance to cross Your peevishness. Now though I never meant The young man for my self; yet if he love me, I'll have him, or I'll run away with him, And let her do her worst then: what, we are all But flesh and blood; the same thing that will do My Lady good, will please her woman too. My Lady do's expect'ee, thinks all time Too slow till you come to her: wherefore young man, If you intend to love me, and me only, Before we partly, without more circumstance Let us betrothe our selves. Wrong me no more Then I wrong you: be mine, and I am yours: I cannot stand on points. The thing is sure a Gelding—Shall not? well, You're best to prate unto my Lady now, What proffer I have made. Do, do, 'tis but a kind heart of mine own, And ill luck can undo me.—Be refused? Oh scurvy.—Pray walk on, I'll overtake thou. What a greene-sickness-liuer'd Boy is this! My Maidenhead will shortly grow so stale, That'twill be mouldy: but I'll mar her market. Yes, I can direct'ee: But you (Sir) must forbear. I said so. Your bounty has engaged my truth; receive A secret, that will, as you are a man, Startle your Reason: 'tis but mere respect Of what I owe to thankfulness. (Dear Sir) The Stranger whom your courtesy received For Friend, is made your Rival. My Lady Dotes on him: I will place you in a room, Where, though you cannot hear, yet you shall see Such passages as will confirm the truth Of my intelligence. Yes, yes: it makes me mad too, that a Gentle man So excellently sweet, so liberal, So kind, so proper, should be so betrayed By a young smooth-chind straggler: but for loves sake Bear all with manly courage.—Not a word, I am undone then. Oh speak little. Walk up these stairs, and take this key, it opens A Chamber door, where at that window yonder, You may see all their courtship. As little noise as may be, I beseech ye; There is a back-stair to convey ye forth Unseen or unsuspected.—He that cheats A Waiting-woman of a free good turn She longs for, must expect a shrewd revenge. Sheep-spirited Boy, although he had not married me, He might have proffered kindness in a corner, And never have been the worse sor't. They are come; On goes my set of Faces most demurely. Yes, Madame. I shall. Sweet Venus, turn his courage to a Snowball, I heartily beseech it. Did your Ladyship call me? Your servant Menaphon desires admittance. Nor did you ever love in earnest any Fair Lady, whom you wished to make your own? What your friends or means are I will not be inquisitive to know, Nor do I care to hope for. But admit A dowry were thrown down before your choice, Of Beauty, Noble birth, and sincere affection, How gladly would you entertain it? (Young man) I do not tempt you idly. all will out. Not I? I do protest, I have been, Madam. That Antic! The trim old Youth shall wait ye. These very words he spoke. You have even spoken all can be said or thought. I hope your tongue ha not betrayed my honesty.