SCENE VI.

_Enter +Timothy+ unbuttoning himself; +Aurelia+, +Plotwell+, +Dorcas+, +Footman+._

+Tim.+ By this hand, lady, you shall not deny me: Since we are coupled, I shall think the priest Has not done all, as long as I'm a virgin.

+Aur.+ Will you not stay till night, sir?

+Tim.+ Night! No, faith; I've sworn to get my first child by day: you may Be quick by night.

+Plot.+ Madam, your knight speaks reason.

+Tim.+ I will both speak and do it.

+Aur.+ Well, sir, since There is no remedy, your bed's prepar'd; By that time you are laid, I'll come. Meantime, I'll pray that gentleman to conduct you. There's My footman to pluck off your stockings.

+Plot.+ Come, sir.

+Tim.+ Sweet lady, stay not long.

+Plot.+ I'll promise for her.

[_Exeunt +Timothy+, +Plotwell+, and +Footman+._

+Dor.+ Faith, I admire your temperance, to let Your bridegroom go to bed, and you not follow. Were I in your case, I should ha' gone first, And warm'd his place.

+Aur.+ Well, wench; but that thou hast Reveal'd thyself unto me, I'd admire To hear a saint talk thus. To one that knows not The mystery of thy strange conversion, thou Wouldst seem a legend.

+Dor.+ Faith, I've told you all, Both why I left my schoolmistress, who taught me To confute curling-irons, and why I put Myself on this adventure.

+Aur.+ Well, wench, my brother Has had his plots on me, and I'll contribute My help to work thy honest ones on him: Do but perform thy task well, and thou winn'st him.

+Dor.+ Let me alone; never was man so fitted With a chaste bride, as I will fit his uncle.

_Enter +Footman+._

+Foot.+ Madam, your knight doth call most fiercely for you. [_Exit._

+Aur.+ [+to Dorc.+] Prythee, go tell him some business keeps me yet, And bid him stay himself with this kiss.