Val. And without state too.
Unc. You are disposed to trifle, well, fare you well Sir, when you want me next, you'l seek me out a better sence.
Val. Farewell Uncle, and as you love your estate, let not me hear on't.[Exit.
Unc. It shall not trouble you, I'le watch him still,
And when his friends fall off then bend his will.[Exit.
Enter Isabella, and Luce.
Luce. I know the cause of all this sadness now, your sister has ingrost all the brave Lovers.
Isab. She has wherewithall, much good may't do her, prethee speak softly, we are open to mens ears.
Luce. Fear not, we are safe, we may see all that pass, hear all, and make our selves merry with their language, and yet stand undiscovered, be not melancholy, you are as fair as she.
Isab. Who I? I thank you, I am as haste ordain'd me, a thing slubber'd, my sister is a goodly portly Lady, a woman of a presence, she spreads sattens, as the Kings ships do canvas every where, she may spare me her misen, and her bonnets, strike her main Petticoat, and yet outsail me, I am a Carvel to her.
Luce. But a tight one.