Ant. I hear that too, But that's no matter; am I alter'd well?
Men. Not to be known I think, Sir.
Ant. I must see her.
Enter 2 Gentlemen, or Lords.
1 Gent. I offered all I had, all I could think of, I tri'd her through all the points o'th' compass, I think.
2 Gent. She studies to undo the Court, to plant here
The Enemy to our Age, Chastity;
She is the first, that e're bauk'd a close Arbour,
And the sweet contents within: She hates curl'd heads too,
And setting up of beards she swears is Idolatry.
1 Gent. I never knew so fair a face so froze; Yet she would make one think—
2 Gent. True by her carriage,
For she's as wanton as a Kid to th' out side,
As full of Mocks and Taunts: I kiss'd her hand too,
Walkt with her half an hour.
1 Gent. She heard me sing,
And sung her self too; she sings admirably;
But still when any hope was, as 'tis her trick
To minister enough of those, then presently
With some new flam or other, nothing to the matter,
And such a frown, as would sink all before her,
She takes her Chamber; come, we shall not be the last fools.
2 Gent. Not by a hundred I hope; 'tis a strange wench.