him still for me,
I will not hinder you; but I perceive
You are not what you seem, rise, rise _Thalestris_,
If your right name be so.

_Spa_.

Indeed it is not, _Spaconia_ is my name; but I desire not to be
known to other.

_Pan_.

Why, by me you shall not, I will never do you wrong, what good I
can, I will, think not my birth or education such, that I should
injure a stranger Virgin; you are welcome hither, in company you
wish to be commanded, but when we are alone, I shall be ready to
be your servant.

[_Exeunt_.

_Enter three Men and a Woman_.

_1_.

Come, come, run, run, run.

_2_.

We shall out-go her.

_3_.

One were better be hang'd than carry out women fidling to these
shews.

_ Wom_.

Is the King hard by?

_1_.

You heard he with the Bottles said, he thought we should come too
late: What abundance of people here is!

_ Wom_.

But what had he in those Bottles?

_3_.

I know not.

_2_.

Why, Ink goodman fool.

_3_.

Ink, what to do?

_1_.

Why the King look you, will many times call for these
Bottles, and break his mind to his friends.

_ Wom_.

Let's take our places, we shall have no room else.

_2_.

The man told us he would walk o' foot through the people.

_3_.

I marry did he.

_1_.

Our shops are well look't to now.

_2_.

'Slife, yonder's my Master, I think.

_1_.

No 'tis not he.

_Enter a man with two Citizens-wives._

_1 Cit_.

Lord how fine the fields be, what sweet living 'tis in the
Country!

_2 Cit_.

I poor souls, God help 'em; they live as contentedly as one of
us.

_1 Cit_.

My husbands Cousin would have had me gone into the Country last
year, wert thou ever there?

_2 Cit_.

I, poor souls, I was amongst 'em once.

_1 Cit_.

And what kind of creatures are they, for love of God?

_2 Cit_.

Very good people, God help 'em.

_1 Cit_.

Wilt thou go down with me this Summer when I am brought to bed?

_2 Cit_.

Alas, it is no place for us.

_1 Cit_.

Why, pray thee?

_2 Cit_.

Why you can have nothing there, there's no body cryes brooms.

_1 Cit_.

No?

_2 Cit_.

No truly, nor milk.

_1 Cit_.

Nor milk, how do they?

_2 Cit_.

They are fain to milk themselves i'th' Country.

_1 Cit_.

Good Lord! but the people there, I think, will be very dutiful