Inf. What manner of woman?
Orl. A little tiny woman, lower than your ladyship by head and shoulders, but as mad a wench as ever unlaced a petticoat: these things should I indeed have delivered to my lord, your husband.
Inf. They are delivered better: why should she
Send back these things?
Orl. ’Ware, ’ware, there’s knavery.
Inf. Strumpets, like cheating gamesters, will not win
At first: these are but baits to draw him in.
How might I learn his hunting hours?
Orl. The Irish footman can tell you all his hunting hours, the park he hunts in, the doe he would strike; that Irish shackatory[260] beats the bush for him, and knows all; he brought that letter, and that ring; he is the carrier.
Inf. Knowest thou what other gifts have passed between them?
Orl. Little Saint Patrick knows all.
Inf. Him I’ll examine presently.