_Elder Lo._ Will you then marry?
_Lady._ I will not promise, take your choice. Farewell.
_Elder Lo._ There is no other Purgatorie but a Woman.
I must doe something. [_Exit_ Loveless.
_Enter_ Welford.
_Wel._ Mistress I am bold.
_Lady._ You are indeed.
_Wel._ You so overjoyed me Lady.
_Lady._ Take heed you surfeit not, pray fast and welcom.
_Wel._ By this light you love me extreamly.
_Lady._ By this, and to morrows light, I care not for you.
_Wel._ Come, come, you cannot hide it.
_Lady._ Indeed I can, where you shall never find it.
_Wel._ I like this mirth well Lady.
_Lady._ You shall have more on't.
_Wel._ I must kiss you.
_Lady._ No Sir.
_Wel._ Indeed I must.
_Lady._ What must be, must be; I'le take my leave, you have your parting
blow: I pray commend me to those few friends you have, that sent you
hither, and tell them when you travel next, 'twere fit you brought less
bravery with you, and more wit, you'le never get a wife else.
_Wel._ Are you in earnest?
_Lady._ Yes faith. Will you eat Sir, your horses will be readie straight,
you shall have a napkin laid in the butterie for ye.
_Wel._ Do not you love me then?
_Lady._ Yes, for that face.
_Wel._ It is a good one Ladie.
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