Tony. Be very merry, Chicken,
Thy Lord will pipe to thee anon, and make thee dance too.
Lady. Will he so, good-man ass?
Tony. Yes good filly,
And you had such a Pipe, that piped so sweetly,
You would dance to death, you have learnt your sinque a pace.
Evan. Your grace desires that that is too free in me,
I am merry at the heart.
Tony. Thou wilt be anon, the young smug boy will give thee a sweet cordial.
Evan. I am so taken up in all my thoughts,
So possest Madam with the lawfull sweets
I shall this night partake of with my Lord,
So far transported (pardon my immodesty.)
Val. Alas poor wench, how shall I recompence thee?
Evan. That though they must be short, and snatcht away too,
E're they grow ripe, yet I shall far prefer 'em
Before a tedious pleasure with repentance.
Val. O how my heart akes!
Evan. Take off my Jewels Ladies,
And let my Ruff loose, I shall bid good night to ye,
My Lord staies here.