Moth. How now Alexander, what Gentleman is this?
Alex. Indeed forsooth I know not, I found him at the market full of woe, crying a lost daughter, and telling all her tokens to the people; and [what you wot?] by all subscription in the world, it should be our new Maid Melvia, one would little think it, therefore I was bold to tell him of her Mistriss.
Moth. Melvia? It cannot be, fool, alas you know she is a poor wench, and I took her in upon mere charity.
And. So seem'd my daughter when she went away, as she had made her self.
Moth. What stature was your child of, Sir?
And. Not high, and of a brown complexion,
Her Hair aborn, a round face, which some friends that flattered me, would say 'twould be a good one.
Alex. This is still Melvia, Mistriss, that's the truth on't.
Moth. It may be so, I'll promise you.
Alex. Well, goe thy ways, the flower of our Town, for a hand and a foot, I shall never see thy fellow.
Moth. But had she not such toyes, as Bracelets, Rings, and Jewels?