_Cred._ But hark ye, Zoz, I have been so often fob'd off in these
matters, that between you and I, _Lodwick_, if I thought I shou'd not
have her, Zoz, I'd ne'er lose precious time about her.

_Lod._ Right, Sir; and to say truth, these Women have so much
Contradiction in 'em, that 'tis ten to one but a Man fails in the Art of
pleasing.

Sir _Cred._ Why, there's it:--therefore prithee, dear _Lodwick_, tell me
a few of thy Sister's Humors, and if I fail,--then hang me, Ladies, at
your Door, as the Song says.

_Lod._ Why, faith, she has many odd Humors hard enough to hit.

Sir _Cred._ Zoz, let 'em be as hard as _Hercules_ his Labors in the Vale
of _Basse_, I'll not be frighted from attempting her.

_Lod._ Why, she's one of those fantastick Creatures that must be courted
her own way.

Sir _Cred._ Why, let's hear her way.

_Lod._ She must be surpriz'd with strange Extravagancies wholly out of
the Road and Method of common Courtship.

Sir _Cred._ Shaw, is that all? Zoz, I'm the best in Christendom at your
out-of-the-way bus'nesses.--Now do I find the Reason of all my ill
Success; for I us'd one and the same method to all I courted, whatever
their Humors were; hark ye, prithee give me a hint or two, and let me
alone to manage Matters.

_Lod._ I have just now thought of a way that cannot but take--

Sir _Cred._ Zoz, out with it, Man.

_Lod._ Why, what if you should represent a dumb Ambassador from the
Blind God of Love.

Sir _Cred._ How, a dumb Ambassador? Zoz, Man, how shall I deliver my
Embassy then, and tell her how much I love her?--besides, I had a pure
Speech or two ready by heart, and that will be quite lost.
[Aside.

_Lod._ Fy, fy! how dull you are! why, you shall do it by Signs, and I'll
be your Interpreter.

Sir _Cred._ Why, faith, this will be pure; I understand you now, Zoz,
I am old excellent at Signs;--I vow this will be rare.

_Lod._ It will not fail to do your business, if well manag'd--but stay,
here's my Sister, on your life not a syllable.

Enter _Lean._ _Lucr._ and _Isab._

Sir _Cred._ I'll be rackt first, Mum budget,--prithee present me, I long
to be at it, sure.
[He falls back, making Faces and Grimaces.

_Lod._ Sister, I here present you with a worthy Knight, struck dumb with
Admiration of your Beauty; but that's all one, he is employ'd Envoy
Extraordinary from the blind God of Love: and since, like his young
Master, he must be defective in one of his Senses, he chose ra