2 Maid. A letter to the Country maid, and't please ye.
Leu. A pretty girle, but peevish, plaguy peevish: Have ye bought the embroydered gloves, and that purse for her, And the new Curle?
2 Maid. They are ready packt up Madam.
Leu. Her maiden-head will yield me; let me see now;
She is not fifteen they say: for her complexion—
Cloe, Cloe, Cloe, here, I have her,
Cloe, the Daughter of a Country Gentleman;
Her age upon fifteen: now her complexion,
A lovely brown; here 'tis; eyes black and rolling,
The body neatly built: she strikes a Lute well,
Sings most inticingly, these helps consider'd,
Her maiden-head will amount to some three hundred,
Or three hundred and fifty Crowns, 'twill bear it handsomly.
Her Father's poor, some little share deducted,
To buy him a hunting Nag; I, 'twill be pretty.
Who takes care of the Merchants Wife?
1 Ma. I have wrought her.
Leu. You know for whom she is?
1 Ma. Very well, Madam, Though very much ado I had to make her Apprehend that happiness.
Leu. These Kind are subtile; Did she not cry and blubber when you urg'd her?
1 Ma. O most extreamly, and swore she would rather perish.
Leu. Good signs, very good signs, Symptoms of easie nature. Had she the Plate?