Priscilla, Meanwell.
Pris. Pray y', entertain yourself awhile, until
I give my mistress notice of your presence.
I'd leave a book with you, but that I see
You are a gentleman: perhaps you'll find
Some pretty stories in the hangings there.
Mean. Thank you, sweetheart.
Pris. A very proper man! [Aside.
If't lie in me to do you any pleasure,
Pray you, sir, use me; you shall find me ready.
[Exit Priscilla.
Mean. I make no doubt of that. These implements,
These chamber-properties are such ripe things,
They'll fall with the least touch: from twelve to twenty
They think that others are to sue to them;
When once they've pass'd these limits, they make bold—
I cannot say to woo, that's something modest—
But ask downright themselves.
Enter Mistress Jane.
Jane. Leave us, Priscilla,
And wait without awhile.
Mean. Fair mistress, pardon
The boldness of a stranger, who uncivilly
Thus interrupts your better thoughts.
Jane. May I
Demand your business?