Maid. Pray God he speak not.
Lel. Why speak you not sweet sir?
Fath. Umh.—
[Stops his ears, shews he is troubled with the Musick.
Lel. Peace there, that musique, now Sir speak
To me.
Fath. Umh.— [Points at the Maid.
Lel. Why? would you have her gone? you need not keep
Your freedom in for her; she knows my life
That she might write it;
Think she is a stone.
She is a kind of bawdy Confessor,
And will not utter secrets.
Fath. Umh.— [Points at her again.
Lel. Be gone then, since he needs will have it so,
'Tis all one. [Exit Maid.—Fath. locks the door.
Is all now as you would? come meet me then,
And bring a thousand kisses on thy lips,
And I will rob thee of 'em, and yet leave
Thy lips as wealthy as they were before.
Fath. Yes, all is as I would but thou.