Flip. I don't know, she has always some of her masters with her: but I'll go and see if she can spare you a moment, and bring you word.
[Exit Flippanta.
Dick. I wish my old hobbling mother han't been blabbing something here she should not do.
Brass. Fear nothing, all's safe on that side yet. But, how speaks young mistress's epistle? soft and tender?
Dick. As pen can write.
Brass. So you think all goes well there?
Dick. As my heart can wish.
Brass. You are sure on't?
Dick. Sure on't!