_Lady._ Sir I hope you are the master of your own occasions.

[_Exit Yo. Lo. and Savil._

_El. Lo._ Would I were so. Mistris, for me to praise over again that
worth, which all the world, and you your self can see.

_Lady._ It's a cold room this, Servant.

_El. Lo._ Mistris.

_La._ What think you if I have a Chimney for't, out here?

_El. Lo._ Mistris, another in my place, that were not tyed to believe all
your actions just, would apprehend himself wrong'd: But I whose vertues
are constancy and obedience.

_La._ _Younglove_, make a good fire above to warm me after my servants
_Exordiums_.

_El. Lo._ I have heard and seen your affability to be such, that the
servants you give wages to may speak.

_La._ 'Tis true, 'tis true; but they speak to th' purpose.

_El. Lo._ Mistris, your will leads my speeches from the purpose. But as a
man--

_La._ A _Simile_ servant? This room was built for honest meaners, that
deliver themselves hastily and plainly, and are gone. Is this a time or