BEN. No, I hope the gentlewoman is not angry; I mean all in good
part, for if I give a jest, I'll take a jest, and so forsooth you
may be as free with me.

ANG. I thank you, sir, I am not at all offended. But methinks, Sir
Sampson, you should leave him alone with his mistress. Mr Tattle,
we must not hinder lovers.

TATT. Well, Miss, I have your promise. [Aside to Miss.]

SIR SAMP. Body o' me, madam, you say true. Look you, Ben, this is
your mistress. Come, Miss, you must not be shame-faced; we'll leave
you together.

MISS. I can't abide to be left alone; mayn't my cousin stay with
me?

SIR SAMP. No, no. Come, let's away.

BEN. Look you, father, mayhap the young woman mayn't take a liking
to me.

SIR SAMP. I warrant thee, boy: come, come, we'll be gone; I'll
venture that.


SCENE VII.


BEN, and MISS PRUE.