Beau. Hows this seruant,
Courting my woman?
Bell. As an entrance to
The fauour of the mistris: you are together [55]
And I am perfect in my qu.
Beau. Stay Bellapert.
Bell. In this I must not with your leaue obey you.
Your Taylor and your Tire-woman waite without
And stay my counsayle, and direction for
Your next dayes dressing. I haue much to doe, [60]
Nor will your Ladiship know, time is precious,
Continue idle: this choise Lord will finde
So fit imployment for you.
Exit Bellap.
Beau. I shall grow angry.
Nou. Not so, you haue a iewell in her, Madam.
Enter againe.
Bell. I had forgot to tell your Ladiship [65]
The closet is priuate and your couch ready:
And if you please that I shall loose the key,
But say so, and tis done.
Exit Bellap.