SCENE IV.

_Enter Factor, and_ Mirabel, Oriana, _and two Merchants_.

_Fac._ Look ye, Sir, there she is, you see how busie; Methinks you are infinitely bound to her, for her journey.

_Mir._ How gloriously she shews! She is a tall woman.

_Fac._ Of a fair Size, Sir. My Master not being at home, I have been so out of my wits, to get her company: I mean, Sir, of her own fair sex, and fashion.

_Mir._ Afar off, she is most fair too.

_Fac._ Near, most Excellent. At length, I have entreated two fair Ladies, And happily you know 'em: the young Daughters Of Monsieur _Nantolet_.

_Mir._ I know 'em well, Sir. What are those? Jewels?

_Fac._ All.

_Mir._ They make a rich shew!

_Fac._ There is a matter of ten thousand pounds too Was owing here: you see those Merchants with her; They have brought it in now.

_Mir._ How handsomly her shape shews!

_Fac._ Those are still neat: your Italians are most curious: Now she looks this way.

_Mir._ She has a goodly presence, How full of courtesie! Well, Sir, I'le leave ye, And if I may be bold to bring a friend or two; Good noble Gentlemen.

_Fac._ No doubt, ye may, Sir. For you have most command.

_Mir._ I have seen a wonder. [_Exit._

_Ori._ Is he gone?

_Fac._ Yes.

_Ori._ How?

_Fac._ Taken to the utmost, A wonder dwells about him.

_Ori._ He did not guess at me?

_Fac._ No, be secure; ye shew another woman, He is gone to fetch his friends.

_Ori._ Where are the Gentlewomen?

_Fac._ Here, here, now they are come, Sit still, and let them see ye.

_Enter_ Rosalure, Lilia, _Servant_.

_Ros._ Pray ye, where's my friend, Sir?

_Fac._ She is within, Ladies, but here's another Gentlewoman, A stranger to this Town: so please you visit her, 'Twill be well taken.

_Lil._ Where is she?

_Fac._ There, above, Ladies.

_Ser._ 'Bless me: what thing is this? two Pinacles Upon her pate! Is't not a glode to catch Wood-cocks?

_Ros._ Peace, ye rude knave.

_Ser._ What a bouncing Bum she has too! There's Sail enough for a Carrack.

_Ros._ What is this Lady? For as I live, she's a goodly woman.

_Fac._ Ghess, ghess.

_Lil._ I have not seen a nobler Presence.

_Ser._ 'Tis a lustie wench: now could I spend my forty-pence, With all my heart, to have but one fling at her; To give her but a washing blow.

_Lil._ Ye Rascal.

_Ser._ I that's all a man has, for's good will: 'twill be long enough, Before ye cry come _Anthonie_, and kiss me.

_Lil._ I'le have ye whipt.

_Ros._ Has my friend seen this Lady?

_Fac._ Yes, yes, and is well known to her.

_Ros._ I much admire her Presence.

_Lil._ So do I too: For I protest, she is the handsomest, The rarest, and the newest to mine eye That ever I saw yet.

_Ros._ I long to know her; My friend shall do that kindness.

_Ori._ So she shall Ladies, Come, pray ye come up.

_Ros._ O me.

_Lil._ Hang me if I knew her: Were I a man my self, I should now love ye; Nay, I should doat.

_Ros._ I dare not trust mine eyes; For as I live ye are the strangest alter'd, I must come up to know the truth.

_Ser._ So must I, Lady; For I am a kind of unbeliever too.

_Lil._ Get ye gone, Sirrah; And what ye have seen, be secret in: you are paid else, No more of your long tongue.

_Fac._ Will ye go in Ladies, And talk with her? These venturers will come straight: Away with this fellow.

_Lil._ There, Sirrah, go, disport ye.

_Ser._ I would the trunk-hos'd-woman would go with me. [_Exit._