Med. 'Slid, does she hold us for Andalusian studs,[163] that can breed by the air, or procreate of ourselves?
Fri. Well, her meaning is good; we will accept her offer, and take a walk or a cheerful repose at our pleasure: and in it let each of us, for want of more real objects, entertain an imaginary apprehension of their absent lover.
[Knocking within.
Draw. Anon, anon, sir; quick, quick as Erebus, good Jeremy! Uds so, what a chattering they make? I verily think our old Tityre Tu's and Bugle Blews are come to town, they keep such a damnable quarter.
2d Draw. They knock as they were madmen in the percullis. Quick, quick; more attendants in the Unicorn. There goes none to the Antwerp. The Lion and the Roebuck[164] have not one drawer to attend them. Who goes into the Ladies' Garden?[165]
1st Draw. We shall have a brave term, if we stir not our stumps better.
[Exeunt.
The Ladies' Garden.—Jullippe, &c.
Jul. Th' Elysian groves so richly beautified,
Deck'd with the tufted verdure: watered
With crystal rills, and cloth'd above conceit
In native diap'ry: may emblems be
Of this delicious platform, where each sense
May sate its quest with sweet satiety.
Joc. And th' edifying sense with melody.