Un. Mounsier Device, I must entreat a Courtesie; you have wit, and I would have a Masque to entertaine my new father-in-law Sir Walter Littleland. Mistres Dorothy, now my wife, is his onely Daughter and heire.
Do. Who has guld you thus? I am no knights Daughter; You may share your poeticall invention, sir.
De. Give you joy, Captaine.
Un. She is still loth to confesse it.
Enter Sir Francis, Lady, Courtwell, Sister, Captaine.
Fra. If you have charity a bone setter.
La. He does counterfeit rarely.—Wheres Sir Richard?
Fra. He rid before, but I sent my footman to tell him this misfortune. Oh, Madam!
La.—This is better then the toothack; he carries it excellently.
Fra. Aske me no torturing questions; I desire, Madam, a little conference with you. Ile thanke the rest if they withdraw: oh!