Gui. Y'are ingag'd indeed.[180]
Annable. Nay pray, my lord, forbeare.
Mont. What, skittish, servant?
An. No, my lord, I am not so fit for your service.
Charlotte. Nay, pardon me now, my lord; my lady expects me.[185]
Gui. Ile satisfie her expectation, as far as an unkle may.
Mons. Well said! a spirit of courtship of all
hands. Now, mine owne Pero, hast thou remembred[190]
me for the discovery I entreated thee
to make of thy mistresse? Speak boldly, and be