2 Ush. You have enough, go pretty Maid, stand close, And use that little tongue, with a little more temper.
Cel. I thank ye, Sir.
2 Ush. When the show's past,
I'le have ye into the Cellar, there we'll dine.
A very pretty wench, a witty Rogue,
And there we'll be as merry; can ye be merry?
Cel. O very merry.
2 Ush. Only our selves; this churlish fellow shall not know.
Cel. By no means.
2 Ush. And can you love a little?
Cel. Love exceedingly: I have cause to love you, dear Sir.
2 Ush. Then I'le carry ye,
And shew you all the pictures, and the hangings,
The Lodgings, Gardens, and the walks: and then, sweet,
You shall tell me where you lye.
Cel. Yes marry will I.