Enter Lady Whimsey, with Artemia.
Lady W. I thought, sweetheart, th' hadst wanted company.
Art. Why, so I did—yours, madam.
Lady W. Had I known
Your house had been so full of gallants now,
I would have spar'd my visit. But 'tis all one,
I have met a friend here.
Euph. Your poor servant, madam.
Lady W. I was confessing of your cousin here
About th' affairs of love.
Euph. Your ladyship, I hope, will shrieve her gently.[6]
Lady W. But I tell her
She shall not thank me now for seeing her;
For I have business hard by. I am going
A suitor to your old rich neighbour here—
Earthworm.
Euph. A suitor! He is very hard
In granting anything, especially
If it be money.
Lady W. Yes, my suit's for money;
Nay, all his money, and himself to boot.