Tay. Your loue, Madame, I muſt not owne it elſe.
Wit. Both are due, Madame, To your great vndertakings.
Tay. Great? In troth, Madame, They are my friends, that thinke ’hem any thing: 15 If I can doe my ſexe (by ’hem) any ſeruice, I’haue my ends, Madame.
Wit. And they are noble ones, That make a multitude beholden, Madame: The common-wealth of Ladies, muſt acknowledge from you.
Eit. Except ſome enuious, Madame.
Wit. Yo’ are right in that, Madame, 20 Of which race, I encountred ſome but lately. Who (’t ſeemes) haue ſtudyed reaſons to diſcredit Your buſineſſe.
Tay. How, ſweet Madame.
Wit. Nay, the parties Wi’ not be worth your pauſe—Moſt ruinous things, Madame, That haue put off all hope of being recouer’d 25 To a degree of handſomeneſſe.
Tay. But their reaſons, Madame? I would faine heare.
Wit. Some Madame, I remember. They ſay, that painting quite deſtroyes the face—