Lan. Ye are a great woman with your Lady, and
Acquainted with her counsels.
Cla. Still more strange.
Lan. There is a noble Knight Lisander loves her,
Whom she regards not, and the destinies
With whom I am familiar, have deliver'd
That by your means alone, he must enjoy her.
Your hand again, yes, yes; you have already
Promis'd him your assistance, and what's more,
Tasted his bounty, for which, from the skye
There are 200. crowns dropp'd in a Purse,
Look back, you'l find it true; nay, open it,
'Tis good Gold I assure you.
Cla. How, two Letters? the first indors'd to me? this to my Lady?
Subscrib'd Lisander?
Lan. And the fortune-teller, his servant Lancelot.
Cla. How had I lost my eyes,
That I could not know thee? not a word of the loss
Of my virginity.
Lan. Nor who I am.
Cla. I'le use all speedy means for your dispatch
With a welcom answer, but till you receive it,
Continue thus disguis'd, Monsieur Malfort
(You know the way to humour him) shall provide
A lodging for you, and good entertainment;
Nay, since we trade both one way, thou shalt have
Some feeling with me, take that.
Lan. Bountifull wench may'st thou ne're want imployment.
Cla. Nor such pay boy. [Exeunt.