do a
great deal better.

_Luce._ I protest Mistress.

_Isab._ It will be your own one time or other: _Walter_.

_Walter_ [_within._] Anon forsooth.

_Isab._ Lay my hat ready, my fan and cloak, you are so full of
providence; and _Walter_, tuck up my little box behind the Coach,
and bid my maid make ready, my sweet service to your good Lady Mistress;
and my dog, good let the Coachman carry him.

_Luce._ But hear me.

_Isab._ I am in love sweet _Luce_, and you are so skilfull,
that I must needs undo my self; and hear me, let _Oliver_ pack up
my Glass discreetly, and see my Curles well carried. O sweet
_Luce_, you have a tongue, and open tongues have open you know
what, _Luce._

_Luce._ Pray you be satisfied.

_Isab._ Yes and contented too, before I leave you: there's a
_Roger_, which some call a Butcher, I speak of certainties, I do
not fish _Luce_, nay do not stare, I have a tongue can talk too:
and a Green Chamber _Luce_, a back door opens to a long Gallerie;
there was a night _Luce_, do you perceive, do you perceive me yet?
O do you blush _Luce_? a Friday night I saw your Saint, _Luce_:
for t'other box of Marmalade, all's thine sweet _Roger_, this I heard
and kept too.

_Luce._ E'ne as you are a woman Mistress.

_Isab._ This I allow as good and Physical sometime, these meetings,
and for the cheering of the heart; but _Luce_, to have your own
turn served, and to your friend to be a dog-bolt.

_Luce._ I confess it Mistress.

_Isab._ As you have made my sister jealous of me, and foolishly,
and childishly pursued it, I have found out your haunt, and traced your
purposes; for which mine honour suffers; your best waies must be applied
to bring her back again, and seriously and suddenly, that so I may have
a means to clear my self, and she a fair opinion of me, else you
peevish--

_Luce._ My power and prayers Mistress.

_Isab._ What's the matter?

_Enter_ Shorthose, _and_ Widow.

_Short._ I have been with the Gentleman, he has it, much good may
do him with it.

_Wid._ Come, are you ready? you love so to delay time, the day
grows on.

_Isab._ I have sent for a few trifles, when those are come; And now
I know your reason.

_Wid._ Know your own honour then, about your business, see the
Coach ready presently, I'le tell you more then.

[_Ex._ Luce, _and_ Shorthose.

And understand it well, you must not think your sister so tender eyed as
not to see your follies, alas I know your heart, and must imag