Lady Car. Is that to ask

A curl of me?

Straf. Scotland—the weary way!

Lady Car. Stay, let me fasten it.

—A rival's, Strafford?

Straf. [showing the George.] He hung it there: twine yours around it, child!

Lady Car. No—no—another time—I trifle so!

And there 's a masque on foot. Farewell. The Court

Is dull; do something to enliven us

In Scotland: we expect it at your hands.