and your good help will wear it out Sir.

_Pha_. And for any other I see, excepting your dear self,
dearest Lady, I had rather be Sir _Tim _the Schoolmaster,
and leap a Dairy-maid.

_Meg_. Has your Grace seen the Court-star _Galatea_?

_Pha_. Out upon her; she's as cold of her favour as an
apoplex: she sail'd by but now.

_Meg_. And how do you hold her wit Sir?

_Pha_. I hold her wit? The strength of all the Guard cannot
hold it, if they were tied to it, she would blow 'em out of
the Kingdom, they talk of _Jupiter_, he's but a squib
cracker to her: Look well about you, and you may find
a tongue-bolt. But speak sweet Lady, shall I be freely
welcome?

_Meg_. Whither?

_Pha_. To your bed; if you mistrust my faith, you do me
the unnoblest wrong.

_Meg_. I dare not Prince, I dare not.

_Pha_. Make your own conditions, my purse shall seal 'em,
and what you dare imagine you can want, I'le furnish you
withal: give two hours to your thoughts every morning about