Bro. Yes.
Daugh. Where's my wedding-Gown?
Bro. I'll bring it to morrow.
Daugh. Doe, very rarely, I must be abroad else
To call the Maids, and pay the Minstrels
For I must loose my Maiden-head by cock-light
'Twill never thrive else.
Oh fair, oh sweet, &c. [Sings.
Bro. You must ev'n take it patiently.
Jay. 'Tis true.
Daugh. Good ev'n, good men, pray did you ever hear
Of one young Palamon?
Jay. Yes wench, we know him.
Daugh. Is't not a fine young Gentleman?
Jay. 'Tis Love.