Pha. Make your own conditions, my purse shall seal 'em, and what you dare imagine you can want, I'le furnish you withal: give two hours to your thoughts every morning about it. Come, I know you are bashful, speak in my ear, will you be mine? keep this, and with it me: soon I will visit you.
Meg. My Lord, my Chamber's most unsafe, but when 'tis night I'le find some means to slip into your lodging: till when—
Pha. Till when, this, and my heart go with thee.
[Ex. several ways.
_Enter _Galatea from behind the hangings.
Gal. Oh thou pernicious Petticoat Prince, are these your vertues? Well, if I do not lay a train to blow your sport up, I am no woman; and Lady Towsabel I'le fit you for't.
[Exit Gal.
_Enter _Arethusa and a Lady.
Are. Where's the boy?
La. Within Madam.