Geo. And as old: What shall I do? I dye to speak with you—
L. Youth. Where—where’s this Young Welcome Gentleman—Oh, are you here, Sir— She sees him not, but runs upon him.
Lettice, take Teresia, and get you to your Chamber, she has her Trinkets to get ready against the Wedding anon, for we’ll make but one work of both.
Ter. Ay, ’twill save Charges, Madam—
L. Youth. Ay, ay, get you gone, Lovers sometimes wou’d be private.
Geo. Heark ye—leave me not to her mercy, by Love, if you do, I’ll follow you to your Chamber.
Ter. Leave you! No, hang me if I do, till I have told you a piece of my mind, for I find there’s no dallying.
L. Youth. Well, Sir, I have finish’d the Great Work.
Geo. I wish you had—Teresia, once you made me hope you did not hate me.
L. Youth. What says he, Teresia?