_Enter Sir Geffery, Crackby, [Suc]ett [and Bun]ch.
Sir Gef. O here she is.—Lady, I and my Nephew, being your good neighbors and of the worshipfull, I of the Country, he of the Cittie, have long desird a match with your daughters, but they are coy, so childish, so unmannerly; I know not how to terme them: they dispise who worship offers them, they may[110] hereafter doe worse and have worse, madam.
Crac. My uncle tells your ladiship the truth: We are noe peasants[111] or unhonorable To be affronted with indignities.
Suc. Here are men that has seene service.
Bunch. At a mustring or ith Artillery[112] garden.
Lady. 'Twas past my pleasure, good Sir Geffery, you have had such harch entertainement from them: henceforth Ile lay my charge upon them to be more tractable.—Mr. Alexander, goe call my daughters hither.
Lov. She turnes againe.—I shall with all celerity wish them to approach. [Exit.
Sir Gef. Certainly, Madam, I can see no cause
Wherefore at first you might not, without putting
My Knighthood to this trouble, have matched with me
Your selfe; it had been somewhat fitter.
Enter Belisea and Clariana.
Bel. Are these fooles here?