Maid. I warrant ye.
Mary. You need no more instruction?
Maid. I am perfect. [Exeunt.
SCENE VIII.
Enter Valentine, and Thomas.
Tho. More stops yet? sure the fiend's my ghostly father,
Old Valentine; what wind's in his poop?
Val. Lady,
You are met most happily; O gentle Doll,
You must now do me an especial favour.
Tho. What is it master Valentine? I am sorely troubled
With a salt rheum faln i' my gums.
Val. I'll tell ye,
And let it move you equally; my blest Mistress,
Upon a slight occasion taking anger,
Took also (to undo me) your Aunts Nunnery,
From whence by my perswasion to redeem her,
Will be impossible: nor have I liberty
To come and visit her; my good, good Dorothy,
You are most powerful with her, and your Aunt too,
And have access at all hours liberally,
Speak now or never for me.
Thom. In a Nunnery?
That course must not be suffered, Master Valentine,
Her Mother never knew it; rare sport for me;
Sport upon sport, by th' break of day I'll meet ye,
And fear not, Man, we'll have her out I warrant ye,
I cannot stay now.