Lav. I have heard Maria,
That no two women in the world more lov'd,
Then thy good Mistriss, and Gentille's fair Daughter.
Mar. What may this mean? you have heard a truth, my Lord:
But since the secret Love betwixt you two,
My Mistriss durst not entertain such friendship;
Casta is quick, and of a piercing judgement,
And quickly will find out a flaw.
Lav. Hold Marie:
Shrink not, 'tis good gold, wench: prepare a Banquet,
And get that Casta thither; for she's a creature
So full of forcible Divine perswasion,
And so unwearied ever with good offic[e],
And she shall cure my ill cause to my Mistriss,
And make all errors up.
Mar. I'll doe my best, Sir:
But she's too fearful, coy, and scrupulous,
To leave her Fathers house so late; and bashful
At any mans appearance, that I fear, Sir;
'Twill prove impossible.
Lav. There's more gold, Marie,
And fain thy Mistriss wondrous sick to death, wench.
Mar. I have ye in the wind now, and I'll pay ye.
Lav. She cannot chuse but come; 'tis charity,
The chief of her profession: undertake this,
And I am there at night; if not, I leave ye.
Mar. I will not loose this offer, though it fall out
Clean cross to that we cast, I'll undertake it,
I will, my Lord; she shall be there.
Lav. By ——?
Mar. By —— she shall.