Cel. And I grow peevish?
Leu. You must not be negleftfull.
Cel. There's the matter, There's the main doctrine now, and I may miss it, Or a kind handsom Gentleman?
Leu. You say well.
Cel. They'I count us basely bred.
Leu. Not freely nurtur'd.
Cel. I'le take thy counsel.
Leu. 'Tis an excellent woman.
Cel. I find a notable volum here, a learned one;
Which way? for I would fain be in my chamber;
In truth sweet Ladies, I grow weary; fie,
How hot the air beats on me!
Lady. This way Madam.