_Enter_ Melantius, Evadne, _and a_ Lady.

_Mel_. Save you.

_Evad_. Save you sweet Brother.

_Mel_. In my blunt eye methinks you look _Evadne_.

_Evad_. Come, you would make me blush.

_Mel_. I would _Evadne_, I shall displease my ends else.

_Evad_. You shall if you command me; I am bashful;
Come Sir, how do I look?

_Mel_. I would not have your women hear me
Break into commendation of you, 'tis not seemly.

_Evad_. Go wait me in the Gallery--now speak.

_Mel_. I'le lock the door first.

[_Exeunt Ladies_.

_Evad_. Why?

_Mel_. I will not have your guilded things that dance in
visitation with their Millan skins choke up my business.

_Evad_. You are strangely dispos'd Sir.