Enter _Lorenzo_, meets _Guilliam_, who passes by him, and takes no notice of him.
_Guil._ I cry you heartily, Sir, I did not see you.
_Guil._ Sir, the Gentlewoman whom you sent me to says That she’ll meet you here.
_Lor._ That’s well, thou mayst come to be a States-man In time, thou art a fellow of so quick dispatch: But hark ye, Sirrah, there are a few Lessons I must learn you, Concerning Offices of this nature; But another time for that: but-- [Whispers.
_Isab._ Here he is; and prithee, when thou seest him in My Chamber, go and tell my Lord, Under pretence of the care you have of the Honour of his House.
_Val._ I warrant you, let me alone for a Tale, And a Lye at the end on’t; which shall not over-much Incense him, nor yet make him neglect coming. [Ex. _Val._
_Lor._ Oh, are you there, Mistress? what have you now To say for your last Night’s Roguery? Are not you a Baggage? confess.
_Isab._ You have a mind to lose your opportunity again, As you did last Night, have ye not? Pray God your own Shadow scare you not, As it did then; and you will possibly believe No body meant you harm then, nor now.
_Lor._ Yes, that I am, and that _Clarina_ shall find, If I once come to her.
_Isab._ Come, leave your frippery Jests, and come in.
_Lor._ _Guilliam_, be sure you attend me here, And whoever you see, say nothing; the best on’t is, Thou art not much known. [_Isab._ and _Lor._ go in.
_Guil._ Well, I see there is nothing but foutering In this Town; wou’d our _Lucia_ were here too for me, For all the Maids I meet with are so giglish And scornful, that a Man, as I am, Gets nothing but flouts and flings from them. Oh, for the little kind Lass that lives Under the Hill, of whom the Song was made; Which because I have nothing else to do, I will sing over now; hum, hum.
The Song for _Guilliam_. [To some Tune like him.
_In a Cottage by the Mountain Lives a very pretty Maid, Who lay sleeping by a Fountain, Underneath a Myrtle shade; Her Petticoat of wanton Sarcenet, The amorous Wind about did move, And quite unveil’d, And quite unveil’d the Throne of Love, And quite unveil’d the Throne of Love._
’.is something cold, I’ll go take a Niperkin of Wine, [Goes out.
Enter _Isab._ and _Lor._ above, as frighted into the Balcony.