Tul. Y'are a wag, Flavia, but talk and you must needes have a parting blowe.
Flav. No matter so we stand out and close not.
Tull. Or part faire at the close and too't again.
Flav. Nay, if we should too't againe, Terentia would growe jealous.
Tul. Ladies, I take my leave And my love.
Ter. Take heede ye sigh not, nor looke red at the table, Tully.
[Exit [Tully].
Flav. Your shoe wrings you, Lady.
Ter. Goe to, ye are a wanton, Flavia.
Fla. How now Terentia, in your nine Muses? Theres none must pleade in your case but an Orator.