_Lady._ Yes, if it were not warpt, the fire in time may mend it.
_Wel._ Me thinks yours is none of the best Ladie.
_Lady._ No by my troth Sir; yet o' my conscience, You would make shift
with it.
_Wel._ Come pray no more of this.
_Lady._ I will not: Fare you well. Ho, who's within there? bring out the
Gentlemans horses, he's in haste; and set some cold meat on the Table.
_Wel._ I have too much of that I thank you Ladie: take your Chamber when
you please, there goes a black one with you Ladie.
_Lady._ Farewell young man. [_Exit_ Ladie.
_Wel._ You have made me one, Farewell: and may the curse of a great house
fall upon thee, I mean the Butler. The devil and all his works are in
these women, would all of my sex were of my mind, I would make 'em a new
Lent, and a long one, that flesh might be in more reverence with them.
_Enter Abigal to him._
_Abig._ I am sorry M. _Welford_.
_Wel._ So am I, that you are here.
_Abig._ How does my Ladie use you?
_Wel._ As I would use you, scurvilie.
_Abig._ I should have been more kind Sir.
_Wel._ I should have been undone then. Pray leave me, and look to your
sweet-meats; hark, your Ladie calls.
_Abig._ Sir, I shall borrow so much time without offence.
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