Jul. Why I did give thee inklings.
Ang. If a marriage should be thus stubber'd up in a play, e're almost
Any body had taken notice you were in love, the Spectators
Would take it to be but ridiculous.
Jul. This was the first, and I will never hide
Another secret from you.
Enter Father.
Fath. Sir, yonder's your friend Lodowick, hide your self
And 'twill be the best sport—
Piso. Gentlemen, I pray you take no notice, I'm here.
The coxcomb Lodowick is coming in.
Enter Lodowick.
Lod. Is that the Lady?
Fath. That is my Lady.
Lod. As I live she's a fair one; what make all these here?