Say. Madam, I am bound t'ye;
How now, fair Mistriss, working?
Cla. Yes forsooth,
Learning to live another day.
Say. That needs not.
Cla. No forsooth: by my truly but it does,
We kn[o]w not what we may come to.
Eug. 'Tis strange.
Say. Come, I ha begg'd leave for you to play.
Cla. Forsooth
'Tis ill for a fair Lady to be idle.
Say. She had better be well-busied, I know that.
Turtle: me thinks you mourn, shall I sit by you?
Cla. If you be weary, Sir, you had best be gone
(I work not a true stitch) now you're my mate.
Say. If I be so, I must do more than side you.