Pi. You have given me a shrewd heat.
Lil. I'le give ye a hundred.
Come sing now, sing; for I know ye sing well,
I see ye have a singing face.
Pi. A fine Modesty!
If I could, she'd never give me breath,
Madam would I might sit and recover.
Lil. Sit here, and sing now,
Let's do things quickly, Sir, and handsomly,
Sit close wench, close, begin, begin. [Song.
Pi. I am lesson'd.
Lil. 'Tis very pretty i'faith, give me some wine now.
Pi. I would fain speak to ye.
Lil. You shall drink first, believe me:
Here's to ye a lusty health.
Pi. I thank ye Lady,
Would I were off again; I smell my misery;
I was never put to this rack; I shall be drunk too.
Mir. If thou be'st not a right one, I have lost mine aim much:
I thank Heaven that I have scap'd thee; To her Pinac;
For thou art as sure to have her, and to groan for her—
I'le see how my other youth does; this speeds trimly:
A fine grave Gentlewoman, and worth much honour. [Exit.