spatch, ile leave you to 'em. [_Exit_.

_Sis_. My witty servant!

_Lady_. Most pretious Alamode, Monsir _Device_!

_De_. I blesse my lipps with your white handes.

_Lady_. You come to take your leave as knowing by instinct wee have but
halfe an hour to stay.

_Sis_. Wee are for the Countrey as fast as your _Flanders_ mares will
trott, sir.

_De_. That's a Solecisme till the Court remove;--are you afraid of the
small pox?

_Sis_. The less the better for a gentlewoman.

_De_. And the greater more genty for a Cavallier. By this glove (a
pretty embroidery is't not?) you must not deprive us so soone of your
sweet presence. Why, there's a Ball to night in the _Strand_ and
tomorrow I had a purpose to waite upon you to the pictures; I ha'
bespoke regalias[231] there, too. There will be a new play shortly,
a pretty Comedy written by a profest Scholler: he scornes to take
money[232] for his witt, as the Poetts doe.

_Lady_. He is Charitable to the Actors.

_Sis_. It may be their repentance enough to play it.

_De_. You must needs stay and give your opinion.
What will become of me when you are gon, Ladie?

_Lady_. If your devotion catch not cold you may breath your _Barbary_
and visit us, where you may be confident of your welcome.

_De_. I dare as soone doubt I was Christned. But pray let us visit the
Exchange and take a trifle to weare for my sake before you goe. What
say, Madam? my owne Coach is at dore, the lyning is very rich and the
horses are very well matcht.

_Lady_. Alas, wee expect upon my husbands returne to take Coach
imediatlie.

_Sis_. But if wee see you in the Countrey you will doe us an honour?

_De_. You invite me to my happines. I can play well o' the kittar; I
thinke your musique is but course there; wee'le have a Countrey dance
after supper and a song. I can talke loud to a Theorbo[233], too, and
thats cald singing. Now, yee shall heare my Ballet.

_Sis_. Did you make a Ballet?

_De_. Oh I, the greatest wit lies that way now; a pittifull Complaint of
the Ladies when they were banish'd the Towne[234] with their husbands to
their Countrey houses, compeld to change the deere delight of Maske and
Revells here for Wassail and windie bagpipes; instead of Silken Fairies
tripping in the Banquetting Roome, to see the Clownes sell fish in the
hall and ride the wild mare, and such Olimpicks, till the ploughman
breake his Crupper, at which the Villagers and plumporidge men boile
over while the D