Ri. To my loving Daughter. May not this be a trick? By your favour, Madam. [He opens the Letter.
Enter Underwit.
Captaine, gather you the sence of that Letter while I peruse this. You know Mistress Dorothy.
Un. I have had a great desire to know her, I confess, but she is still like the bottome of the map, terra incognita. I have been a long tyme hovering about the Magellan streights, but have made no new discoveries.
Ri. Ha! this is not counterfeit, I dare trust my owne Judgment; tis a very rich one. I am confirmed, and will scale them up agen. My Ladies woman Sir Walter Littlelands Daughter and heire! What think you now of Mistris Dorothy?
Un. A great deale better than I did; and yet I have lov'd her this halfe yeare in a kind of way. O' my conscience why may not I marry her?
Ri. This Jewell was sent by her mother to her.
Un. Deere Uncle conseale till I have talk'd with her. Oh for some witchcraft to make all sure.
Ri. I like this well; shees here.
Enter Dorothy.