Lov. In the midst of it you have a fountain: You have seen that at Hampton-court? it will serve to give you a slight image of it. Beyond the garden you look to a river through a perspective of fruit-trees; and beyond the river you see a mead so flowery!—Well, I shall never be at quiet, till we two make hay there.
Const. But where lies this paradise?
Lov. Pox on't; I am thinking to sell it, it has such a villanous unpleasant name, it would have sounded so harsh in a lady's ear. But for the fountain, madam—
Const. The fountain's a poor excuse, it will not hold water; come, the name, the name.
Lov. Faith, it is come so lately into my hands, that I have forgot the name on't.
Isa. That's much, now, that you should forget the name, and yet could make such an exact description of the place.
Lov. If you would needs know, the name's Bawdy.—Sure this will give a stop to their curiosity. [Aside.
Isa. At least you will tell us in what county it lies, that my cousin may send to enquire about it: come, this shall not serve your turn; tell us any town that's near it.
Lov. 'Twill be somewhat too far to send; it lies in the very north of Scotland.
Isa. In good time, a paradise in the Highlands; is't not so, sir?