Mi. Y'are welcome, where have you left it.
Lu. In the next room, hard by.
Lu. All, all, and Jewels, I am monstrous weary,
Prethee let's go to bed.
Mi. Prethee lets see it first.
Lu. To morrow's a new day sweet.
Mi. Yes to melt it,
But let's agree to night, how it shall be handled,
I'll have a new gown.
Lur. 'Shat have any thing.
Mi. And such a riding suit as Mistress Newloves:
What though I be no Gentlewoman born,
I hope I may atchieve it by my carriage.
Lu. Thou sayst right.