Enter LILLIA and PETELLA.

Lit. Give me my hat, Petella; take this veil off,
This sullen cloud; it darkens my delights.
Come, wench, be free, and let the music warble;
Play me some lusty measure.

[Music.

Pinac. This is she, sure,
The very same I saw, the very woman,
The gravity I wonder’d at. Stay, stay;
Let me be sure. Ne’er trust me, but she danceth!
Summer is in her face now, and she skippeth.
I’ll go a little nearer.

Lil. Quicker time, fellows!
I cannot find my legs yet. Now, Petella!

Enter Mirabel.

Pinac. I am amazed! I am founder’d in my fancy!

Mir. Ha! say you so? Is this your gravity?
This the austerity you put upon you?
I’ll see more o’ this sport.

[Stands apart.

Lil. A song now!
Call in for a merry, and a light song;
And sing it with a liberal spirit.

Enter a Singing Boy.

Boy. Yes, madam.

Lil. And be not amazed, sirrah, but take us for your own company.
Let’s walk ourselves: Come, wench. ’Would we had a man or two!

Pinac. Sure, she has spied me, and will abuse me dreadfully;
She has put on this for the purpose; yet I will try her.—
Madam, I would be loth my rude intrusion,
Which I must crave a pardon for—

Lil. Oh, you are welcome,
You are very welcome, sir! we want such a one.
Strike up again. I dare presume you dance well.
Quick, quick, sir, quick! the time steals on.

Pinac. I would talk with you.

Lil. Talk as you dance.

[They dance.

Mir. She’ll beat him off his legs first.
This is the finest masque!

Lil. Now, how do you, sir?

Pinac. You have given me a shrewd heat.

Lil. I’ll give you a hundred.
Come, sing now, sing; for I know you sing well;
I see you have a singing face.

Pinac. A fine modesty!
If I could, she’d never give me breath.—Madam, ’would
I might sit and recover.

Lil. Sit here, and sing now;
Let’s do things quickly, sir, and handsomely.—
Sit close, wench, close.—Begin, begin!