Gov. From one that likes you well, never look coy, Lady; These are no gifts, to be put off with powtings.
Cel. Powtings, and gifts? is it from any stranger?
Gov. You are so curious, that there is no talk to ye. What if it be I pray ye?
Cel. Unpin good Governess, Quick, quick.
Gov. Why, what's the matter?
Cel. Quick, good Governess:
Fie on't, how beastly it becomes me! poorly!
A trick put in upon me? well said Governess:
I vow I would not wear it—out, it smells musty.
Are these your tricks? now I begin to smell it,
Abominable musty; will you help me?
The Prince will come again—
Gov. You are not mad sure?
Cel. As I live I'le cut it off: a pox upon it; For sure it was made for that use; do you bring me Liveries? Stales to catch Kites? dost thou laugh too, thou base woman?
Gov. I cannot chuse, if I should be hang'd.
Cel. Abuse me, And then laugh at me too?