_Foun._ Come, let's speak for our selves, we have lodg'd him sure
enough, his nakedness dare no[t] peep out to cross us.

_Bel._ We can have no admittance.

_Hare._ Let's in boldly, and use our best arts, who she deigns to
favour, we are all content.

_Foun._ Much good may do her with him, no civil wars.

_Bel._ By no means, now do I wonder in what old tod Ivie he lies
whistling for means, nor clothes he hath none, nor none will trust him,
we have made that side sure, teach him a new wooing.

_Hare._ Say it is his Uncles spite.

_Foun._ It is all one Gentlemen, 'thas rid us of a fair
incumbrance, and makes us look about to our own fortunes. Who are these?

_Enter_ Isabel _and_ Luce.

_Isab._ Not see this man yet! well, I shall be wiser: but
_Luce_, didst ever know a woman melt so? she is finely hurt to
hunt.

_Luce._ Peace, the three Suitors.

_Isab._ I could so titter now and laugh, I was lost _Luce_,
and I must love, I know not what; O _Cupid_, what pretty gins thou
hast to halter Woodcocks! and we must into the Country in all haste,