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Where's this Footman? Go pray my Uncle Sir Walter Cormorant To dine with me to morrow— And do y'heare? 'Tis in your way to ask if my Cousin Bulfinch, The Steward of my Land, be come to Town, He lies in Fleetstreet between Hawk and Buzzard. I'th afternoon, remember Sirrah, that You go to Master Kite, that lives i'th Poultry, And say I shall expect the thousand pound, Was lent him upon mortgage: Sir, beseech your Nobleness excuse me, The affairs so nearly do concern me, with A Gentleman, (now your guest,) that I presumed It should not be offence, if I took hold Of this occasion, to speak with him. By no means Let me appear so troublesome, your presence Will be no hurt to my design, you shall Command a great deal more. That's my fear indeed; For who can look with eyes Like mine upon you, And not be tempted to the same desires? But be not Sir deceived, all foreheads are not True glasses of the mind, and beauty alone Deserves not such a blessing young men do Too hastily betray themselves to misery, That think no heaven but in their Mistress face, Look on my fortune, which does spread more riches, Than pleasure can instruct thee ways to spend, Delights shall stream themselves into thy bosom, Honour and titles of the state shall woe Thy name to put them on and not be thine But thou their ornament. I may suspect I have offended these; But pray interpret fairly, noble Sir, to Simple. I do beseech you pardon The errors that you find in us frail women, Yet I believe you would not use me so Neglectfully: 'tis time, I take my leave. I leave you to repent Your cruelty, my Coach— You have strangely won me to obey you Sir, I refuse nothing you command. No matter. I did not think to have returned so soon A trouble to you but the importunity Of this most worthy Gentleman prevailed, I think there was some Magic in his tongue. He did no sooner open his desires, But he did wound my heart, you see his bounty, What jewels he has given me. I must confess, I loved another lately, but his affection's frozen up— Sir, you are come most seasonably, before These Gentlewomen, I release your promise, My thoughts are fixed upon this Noble Knight, Affect now where you please; here is my husband. There is no way but to acknowledge it, It is no shame in love, there's no disgrace, For else by Law he may recover me. Be wise and let him have it, it's Like his within my Cabi net, let's be quit on him, this will secure our marriage. I will obey you Sir. Sir, after all, let me obtain your privilege. I shall accuse my self of too much boldness, If you neglect me Sir before all these; I come not to disturb you, nor to publish What you have taken from me. But Sir, you might have been so kind, to have seen your friend once in three days. Among them all, there is not one That more desires your happiness. You're modest, And thus increase your valve. My blushes speak me guilty, and I fear Betray my frailty to these Gentlewomen: You'll sin against your knowledge Sir, to make A question how much I esteem you, be not A tyrant, if my opinion of your worth Prevail against my modesty, to say I cannot choose but love you, 'tis my fate, My breeding never suffered, but in this, That I should loose my self to court a man, Ambitious of my favour; 'tis in vain To tell you, with what art, my eyes have been Courted by great ones for their smile, for you Will turn them all to tears. Your worship is a most egregious coxcomb. The Bird is flown indeed law.