_Ama_.
I do believe: let's walk on, time is pretious,
Not to be spent in words, here no more wooing,
The open Air's an enemy to Lovers,
Do as I tell ye.
_Lean_.
I'le do any thing,
I am so over-[joy'd], I'le fly to serve ye.
_Am_.
Take your joy moderately, as it is ministred,
And as the cause invites: that man's a fool
That at the sight o'th' Bond, dances and leaps,
Then is the true joy, when the mony comes.
_Lean_.
You cannot now deny me.
_Ama_. Nay, you know not,
Women have crotchets, and strange fits.
_Lean_.
You shall not.
_Ama_.
Hold ye to that and swear it confidently,
Then I shall make a scruple to deny ye:
'Pray ye let's step in, and see a friend of mine,
The weather's sharp: we'll stay but half an hour,
We may be miss'd else: a private fine house 'tis, Sir,
And we may find many good welcomes.
_Lean_.
Do Lady,
Do happy Lady.
_Ama_.
All your mind's of doing,
You must be modester.
_Lean_.