_Hare._ Nay, we'l go with you, we never saw your chambers yet.

_Isab._ Hold there boyes.

_Wid._ Say I go to my prayers?

_Foun._ We'l pray with you, and help your meditations.

_Wid._ This is boysterous, or say I go to sleep, will you go to
sleep with me?

_Bel._ So suddenly before meat will be dangerous, we know your
dinner's ready Lady, you will not sleep.

_Wid._ Give me my Coach, I will take the air.

_Hare._ We'l wait on you, and then your meat after a quickned
stomach.

_Wid._ Let it alone, and call my Steward to me, and bid him bring
his reckonings into the Orchard, these unmannerly rude puppies--
[_Exit Widow._

_Foun._ We'l walk after you and view the pleasure of the place.

_Isab._ Let her not rest, for if you give her breath, she'l scorn
and flout you, seem how she will, this is the way to win her, be bold
and prosper.

_Bel._ Nay if we do not tire her.--