_El. Lo_. I prethee deliver my service, and say, I desire to see the dear
cause of my banishment; and then for _France_.
_Young_. I'le do't: hark hither, is that your Brother?
_El. Lo_. Yes, have you lost your memory?
_Young_. As I live he's a pretty fellow. [_Exit._
_Yo. Lo_. O this is a sweet _Brache_.
_El. Lo_. Why she knows not you.
_Yo. Lo_. No, but she offered me once to know her: to this day she loves
youth of Eighteen; she heard a tale how _Cupid_ struck her in love with a
great Lord in the Tilt-yard, but he never saw her; yet she in kindness
would needs wear a Willow-garland at his Wedding. She lov'd all the
Players in the last Queens time once over: she was struck when they acted
Lovers, and forsook some when they plaid Murthers. She has nine
_Spur-royals_, and the servants say she hoards old gold; and she her self
pronounces angerly, that the Farmers eldest son, or her Mistres Husbands
Clerk shall be, that Marries her, shall make her a joynture of fourscore
pounds a year; she tells tales of the serving-men.
_El. Lo._ Enough, I know her Brother. I shall intreat you only to salute
my Mistres, and take leave, we'l part at the Stairs.
_Enter Lady and waiting women._
_Lady._ Now Sir, this first part of your will is performed: what's the
rest?
_El.
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