Wid. I am busie, and very busie too, will none deliver me.
Hare. There is a time for all, you may be busie, but when your friends come, you have as much power Madam.
Wid. This is a tedious torment.
Foun. How hansomly this little piece of anger shews upon her! well Madam well, you know not how to grace your self.
Bel. Nay every thing she does breeds a new sweetness.
Wid. I must go up, I must go up, I have a business waits upon me, some wine for the Gentlemen.
Hare. Nay, we'l go with you, we never saw your chambers yet.
Isab. Hold there boyes.
Wid. Say I go to my prayers?
Foun. We'l pray with you, and help your meditations.