Char. Will you walk this way, And take the sweets o'th' garden? cool and close, Lady.
Cel. Methinks this open air's far better, tend ye that way Pray where's the woman came along?
Char. What woman?
Cel. The woman of the house I lay at.
Tim. Woman? Here was none came along sure.
Cel. Sure I am catcht then: Pray where's the Prince?
Char. He will not be long from ye, We are his humble Servants.
Cel. I could laugh now, To see how finely I am cozen'd: yet I fear not, For sure I know a way to scape all dangers.
Tim. Madam, your lodgings lye this way.
Cel. My Lodgings? For Heaven sake Sir, what office do I bear here?