Isa. Step in, and get a cushion underneath your apron.
Const. O, I must be with child, it seems!
Isa. And Loveby shall bring you to bed to-night, if the devil be not in the dice: away, make haste;—[Exit CONSTANCE.] Setstone, be not you far off: I shall have need of you too: I hear my uncle coming—Methinks I long to be revenged of this wicked elder, for hindering of my marriage to-day: Hark you, Setstone— [Whispers;
Set. Tis impossible, madam; 'twill never take.
Isa. I warrant you; do not I know him? he has not brains enough, if they were buttered, to feed a blackbird—Nay, no replies—out of what I have said, you may instruct my cousin too.
[Exit SETSTONE.
Enter NONSUCH.
Isa. Oh, are you there, sir? Faith, it was kindly done of you to hinder me of a good husband this afternoon: And but for one thing, I would resolve to leave your house.
Non. I'm glad there's any thing will stay thee.
Isa. If I stay, 'tis for love of my cousin Constance, not of you: I should be loth to leave her in this sad condition.