Er. How unfortunate am I! these doors are open to all the world, and only shut to me.
Lis. Because you come for a wife, and at our house we do not care for people that come for wives.
Serv. What would you have us come for, child?
Lis. Any thing but wives; because they cannot be put off without portions.
Serv. Portions! No, no, never talk of portions; my Master nor I neither don't want portions; and if he'd follow my advice, a regiment of fathers shou'd not guard her.
Lis. What say you?
Serv. Why, if you'll contrive that my Master may run away with your Mistress, I don't much care, faith, if I run away with you.
Lis. Don't you so, rogue's face? but I hope to be better provided for.
Er. Hold your tongues. But where is Mariamne's brother? He is my bosom friend, and would be willing to serve me.