oiding me now,
You and I must come to a parley.
Pray what's the reason
You took no notice of me,
When I came with so civil an address too?

_Isab._ Can you ever think to thrive in an Amour,
When you take notice of your Mistress,
Or any that belongs to her, in publick,
And when she's a married Woman too?

_Lor._ Good _Isabella_, the loser may have leave to speak,
I am sure it has been a plaguy dear Amour to me.

_Isab._ Let me hear you name that again,
And you shall miss of my Assistance.

_Lor._ Nay, do but hear me a little;
I vow 'tis the strangest thing in the World,
A Man must part from so much Money as I have done,
And be confin'd to Signs and Grimaces only,
To declare his Mind in:
If a Man has a Tongue, let him exercise it, I say,
As long as he pays for speaking.

_Isab._ Again with your paying for't? I see you are not
To be reclaim'd; farewel--

_Lor._ Stay, good _Isabella_, stay,
And thou shalt hear not one word of that more,
Though I am soundly urg'd to't.

_Isab._ Yes, yes, pray count them, do;
I know you long to be at it,
And I am sure you will find you are in Arrears to us.

_Lor._ Say you so, I am not of that opinion: but well,
--Let me see--here 'tis, here 'tis--
My Bill of Charge for courting _Clarina_.
[Draws out his Table Book, and reads.

_Isab._ And here's mine for the returns that have been
Made you; begin, begin. [Pulls out her Book.

_Lor._ _Item_, two hundred Crowns to _Isabella_ for undertaking.

_Isab_. _Item_, I have promis'd _Lorenzo_ to serve him
In his Amour with all Fidelity.

_Lor._ Well, I own that Debt paid, if you keep
Your word--out with it then-- [He crosses that out.
_Item_, two thousand Crowns in a Bracelet for _Clarina_;
What say you to that now, _Isabella_?

_Isab._ _Item_, the day after they were presented,
She saluted you with a smile at the Chappel.

_Lor._ And dost thou think it was not dearly bought?

_Isab._ No Man in _Florence_ should have had it
A Souce cheaper.

_Lor._ Say you so, _Isabella_? out with it then. [Crosses it out.
_Item_, one hundred more to thee for presenting them.

_Isab._ Which I did with six lyes in your Commendation,
Worth ten Pistoles a piece for the exactness of a Lye;
Write there indebted to me--

_Lor._ Nay then thou dost deserve it:
Rest due to _Isabella_. [Writes.
_Item_, Innumerable Serenades, Ni