Bon. 'Tis his humour, Madam; he is accustomed, though it be in company, to hold a dialogue with his thoughts. Please you, lady, to give his fever libertie; the fit will soon be overpasd.
Tho. She bears her age well, or she is not sped
Far into th'vale of yeares: she has an eye
Piercing as is an Eglets when her damme,
Training[60] her out into the serene air,
Teaches her face the Sunbeames.
Bon. Madam, I fear my friend
Hath falne againe in love; he practises
To himself new speeches; you and he are not
Broke off, I hope.
Lady. O, sir, I value my servant at a higher rate: We two must not easily disagree. Sir Alexander, attend in Mr. Bonvill. My daughter's up by this time, and I would have him give her the first salute. You had best be wary, Bonvill; the young cittizen or the souldier will rob you of her.
Bon. O, we feare not them: shall we goe, sir?
Lady. Nay, Ile detaine my servant.
Bon. Harke you, sir, strike home; doe you heare?
[Exeunt Bonvill, Grimes, Lovell & Mag.
Lady. Servant, have you leasure To hear what I inioyne you?
Tho. Your good pleasure.