_Luce_.

_Luce._ For Heaven's sake, Mistris.

_Isab._ Nay, I have done, I must laugh though; but Scholar, I shall
teach you.

_Foun._ 'Tis her sister.

_Bel._ Save you Ladies.

_Lab._ Fair met Gentlemen, you are visiting my sister, I assure my
self.

_Hare._ We would fain bless our eyes.

_Isab._ Behold and welcom, you would see her?

_Foun._ 'Tis our business.

_Isab._ You shall see her, and you shall talk with her.

_Luce._ She will not see 'em, nor spend a word.

_Isab._ I'le make her fr[e]t a thousand, nay now I have found the
s[c]ab, I will so scratch her.

_Luce._ She cannot endure 'em.

_Isab._ She loves 'em but too dearly, come follow me, I'le bring