_Luce_, you have a tongue, and open tongues have open you know
what, _Luce._

_Luce._ Pray you be satisfied.

_Isab._ Yes and contented too, before I leave you: there's a
_Roger_, which some call a Butcher, I speak of certainties, I do
not fish _Luce_, nay do not stare, I have a tongue can talk too:
and a Green Chamber _Luce_, a back door opens to a long Gallerie;
there was a night _Luce_, do you perceive, do you perceive me yet?
O do you blush _Luce_? a Friday night I saw your Saint, _Luce_:
for t'other box of Marmalade, all's thine sweet _Roger_, this I heard
and kept too.

_Luce._ E'ne as you are a woman Mistress.

_Isab._ This I allow as good and Physical sometime, these meetings,
and for the cheering of the heart; but _Luce_, to have your own
turn served, and to your friend to be a dog-bolt.

_Luce._ I confess it Mistress.

_Isab._ As you have made my sister jealous of me, and foolishly,
and childishly pursued it, I have found out your haunt, and traced your
purposes; for which mine honour suffers; your best waies must be applied
to bring her back again, and seriously and suddenly, that so I may have
a means to clear my self, and she a fair opinion of me, else you
peevish--

_Luce._ My power and prayers Mistress.