Leo. Marry, the devil of hell give him his blessing!
Wife. Pray, watch the door, and suffer none to trouble us,
Unless it be my lord.
Leo. 'Twas finely spoke, that!
My lord indeed is the most trouble to her.
Now must I show a piece of service here:
How do I spend my days? shall I never
Get higher than a lady's doorkeeper?
I must be married (as my lady is) first,
And then my maid may do as much for me.
[Aside.
Wife. O miserable time! except my lord
Do wake in honourable pity to me,
And rid this vicious gamester from his house.
Whom I have check'd so often: here I vow
I'll imitate my noble sister's fate,
Late mistress to the worthy Govianus,
And cast away my life, as she did hers.
Enter Votarius to the door within.
Leo. Back, you're too forward, sir! there's no coming for you.
Vot. How, Mistress Len, my lady's smock-woman,
Am I no further in your duty yet?
Leo. Duty! look for't of them you keep under, sir.