Enter Boutcher and Constantia.
Adri.[335] O mistress! a very proper gentleman.
Taf. And trust me, so he is; I never saw
A man that sooner could captive my thoughts
(Since I writ widow) than this gentleman.
I would he would look up!
Adri. I'll laugh so loud,
That he may hear me.
Taf. That's not so good.
Bout. And spake you with Master Small-shanks?
Con. I did.
Bout. Will he meet his brother?
Con. He said he would,
And I believed him. I tell you, master,
I have done that for many of these gallants
That no man in this town would do but I.