Mer. I ſhall follow you; Traines, Gi’ mee the bag, and goe you preſently, Commend my ſeruice to my Lady Tail-buſh. 135 Tell her I am come from Court this morning; ſay, I’haue got our bus’neſſe mou’d, and well: Intreat her, That ſhee giue you the four-ſcore Angels, and ſee ’hem Diſpos’d of to my Councel, Sir Poul Eytherſide. Sometime, to day, I’ll waite vpon her Ladiſhip, 140 With the relation.
Ing. Sir, of what diſpatch, He is! Do you marke?
Mer. Ingine, when did you ſee My couſin Euer-ill? keepes he ſtill your quarter? I’ the Bermudas?
Ing. Yes, Sir, he was writing This morning, very hard.
Mer. Be not you knowne to him, That I am come to Towne: I haue effected 146 A buſineſſe for him, but I would haue it take him, Before he thinks for’t.
Ing. Is it paſt?
Mer. Not yet. ’Tis well o’ the way.
Ing. O Sir! your worſhip takes Infinit paines.
Mer. I loue Friends, to be actiue: 150 A ſluggish nature puts off man, and kinde.
Ing. And ſuch a bleſſing followes it.