so? she is finely hurt to
hunt.

_Luce._ Peace, the three Suitors.

_Isab._ I could so titter now and laugh, I was lost _Luce_,
and I must love, I know not what; O _Cupid_, what pretty gins thou
hast to halter Woodcocks! and we must into the Country in all haste,
_Luce_.

_Luce._ For Heaven's sake, Mistris.

_Isab._ Nay, I have done, I must laugh though; but Scholar, I shall
teach you.

_Foun._ 'Tis her sister.

_Bel._ Save you Ladies.

_Lab._ Fair met Gentlemen, you are visiting my sister, I assure my
self.

_Hare._ We would fain bless our eyes.

_Isab._ Behold and welcom, you would see her?

_Foun._ 'Tis our business.

_Isab._ You shall see her, and you shall talk with her.

_Luce._ She will not see 'em, nor spend a word.

_Isab._ I'le make her fr[e]t a thousand, nay now I have found the
s[c]ab, I will so scratch her.

_Luce._ She cannot endure 'em.

_Isab._ She loves 'em but too dearly, come follow me, I'le bring
you toth' party Gentlemen, then make your own conditions.

_Luce._ She is sick you know.

_Isab._ I'le make her well, or kill her, and take no idle answer,
you are fools then, nor stand off for her state, she'I scorn you all
then, but urge her still, and though she fret, still follow her, a widow
must be won so.

_Bel._ She speaks bravely.

_Isab._ I would fain have a Brother in law, I love mens company,
and if she call for dinner to avoid you, be sure you stay; follow her
into her chamber, if she retire to Pray, pray with her, and boldly, like
honest lovers.

_Luce._ This will kill her.

_Foun._ You have shewed us one way, do but lead the tother.

_Isab._ I know you stand o'thorns, come I'le dispatch you.

_Luce._ If you live after this.

_Isab._ I have lost my aim.

_Enter_ Valentine, _and_ Francisco.

_Fran._ Did you not see 'em since.

_Val._ No hang 'em, hang 'em.

_Fran._ Nor will you not be seen by 'em?

_Val._ Let 'em alone _Frank_, I'le make 'em their own justice,
and a jerker.

_Fran._ Such base discourteous Dog-whelps.

_Val._ I shall dog 'em, and double dog 'em, ere I have done.

_Fran._ Will you go with me, for I would fain find out this piece
of bountie, it was the Widows man, that I am certain of.

_Val._ To what end would you go?

_Fran._ To give thanks.

_Val._ Hang giving thanks, hast not thou parts deserve it? it
includes a further will to be beholding, beggars can do no more at door,
if you will go, there lies your way.

_Fran._ I hope