Tim. The great commander of all hearts.
Enter Leucippe, and Ladies.
Cel. You have hit it. I thank your sweet heart for it. Who are these now?
Char. Ladies that come to serve ye.
Cel. Well consider'd, Are you my Servants?
Lady. Servants to your pleasures.
Cel. I dare believe ye, but I dare not trust ye:
Catch'd with a trick? well, I must bear it patiently:
Methinks this Court's a neat place: all the people
Of so refin'd a size—
Tim. This is no poor Rogue.
Leu. Were it a Paradise to please your fancy, And entertain the sweetness you bring with ye.
Cel. Take breath;
You are fat, and many words may melt ye,
This is three Bawdes beaten into one; bless me Heaven,
What shall become of me? I am i'th' pitfall:
O' my conscience, this is the old viper, and all these little ones
Creep every night into her belly; do you hear plump servant
And you my little sucking Ladies, you must teach me,
For I know you are excellent at carriage,
How to behave my self, for I am rude yet:
But you say the Prince will come?