_Fran._ You amaze me, this Ring is none of mine, nor did I drop it.

_Luce._ I saw you drop it, Sir.

_Isab._ I took it up too, still looking when your modesty should
miss it, why, what a childish part was this?

_Fran._ I vow.

_Isab._ Vow me no vowes, he that dares do this, has bred himself to
boldness, to forswear too; there take your gew-gaw, you are too much
pampered, and I repent my part, as you grow older grow wiser if you can,
and so farewel Sir.

[_Exeunt_ Isabella, _and_ Luce.

_Lan._ Grow wiser if you can? she has put it to you, 'tis a rich
Ring, did you drop it?

_Fran._ Never, ne're saw it afore, _Lance_.

_Lan._ Thereby hangs a tail then: what slight she makes to catch
her self! look up Sir, you cannot lose her if you would, how daintily
she flies upon the Lure, and cunningly she makes her stops! whistle and
she'l come to you.

_Fran._ I would I were so happy.

_Lan._ Maids are Clocks, the greatest Wheel they show, goes slowest