Haz. That’s well, has she any handsome Ladies, Sirrah?
Boy. Oh! she’s woundy handsome her self, Master, and the kindest Gentlewoman—look, here she comes, Master.—
God bless you, Mistress, I have brought you a young Gentleman here.
Flirt. That’s well, honest Jack.—Sir, you are most heartily welcome.
Haz. Madam, your Servant. Salutes her.
Flirt. Please you walk into a Chamber, Sir?
Haz. By and by, Madam; but I’ll repose here awhile for the coolness of the Air.
Flirt. This is a Publick Room, Sir, but ’tis at your service.
Haz. Madam, you oblige me.