Both. I swear on a book, &c. [Exit Curds.
Bud. Stay, Ditty, she is deaf, and would not hear though Orpheus played, nor be moved though the stones and trees danced.
Ditty. Give me thy letter then—I'll run after her and deliver it myself.
Bud. Prythee, do, kind-hearted Ditty.
Ditty. O, what a nimble Cupid shall I be! Venus herself will mistake me for her boy.
Bud. I'll wait here till thou returnest.
[Exit Ditty.[245]
SCENE IX.
Enter Bristle and Heath.