_Fath._ Now if I be not out, we shall have fine sport, I am glad I have met you, Sir, so happily, You do remember me I am sure.
_Pis._ This is a short præludium to a challenge.
_Fa._ I have a message, Sir, that much concerns you, And for your special good; nay, you may hear too.
_Fath._ There is a Lady, (How the poor thing begins to warm already) Come to this town, (as yet a stranger here, Sir) Fair, young, and rich, both in possessions, And all the graces that make up a Woman, A Widow, and a vertuous one; it works, He needs no broth upon't.
_Fath._ Yes, And with a strong affection, but a fair one, If ye be wise and thankful ye are made; there's the whole matter.
_Fath._ Here is a Ring, Sir, of no little value; Which after she had seen you at a window, She bad me haste, and give it, when she blush'd Like a blown Rose.
_Lod._ But pray, Sir, by your leave--Methinks your years should promise no ill meaning.
_Fath._ I am no Bawd, nor Cheater, nor a Courser Of broken-winded women; if you fear me, I'll take my leave, and let my Lady use A fellow of more form; an honester I am sure she cannot.
_Lod._ Stay, you have confirm'd me, Yet let me feel; you are in health?
_Fath._ I hope so, My water's well enough, and my pulse.
_Lod._ Then All may be excellent; pray pardon me, For I am like a Boy that had found money, Afraid I dream still.
_Pis._ Sir, what kind of woman? Of what proportion is your Lady?
_Fath._ I'll tell you presently her very Picture, Do you know a woman in this town they call (Stay, yes, it is so) _Leila_?
_Fath._ These are precious Rogues To rail upon a woman they never saw; So they would use their Kindred.
_Pis._ We have heard though She is very fair and goodly.
_Fath._ Such another, Just of the same Complexion, making, speech, But a thought sweeter is my Lady.
_Lod._ Then She must be excellent indeed.
_Fath._ Indeed she is, And you will find it so; you do believe me?
_Lod._ Yes marry do I, and I am so alter'd--
_Fath._ Your happiness will alter any man: Do not delay the time, Sir; at a house Where _Don Valasco_ lay, the Spanish Seignior (Which now is Seignior _Angelo's_) she is.
[_Fath._] But before you shew your self, Let it be night by all means, willingly By day she would not have such Gallants seen Repair unto her, 'tis her modesty.