Chapter 3

_Enter_ Hubert.

_Hub._ I have lockt my Youth up close enough for gadding, In an old Tree, and set watch over him.

_Enter_ Jaculin.

Now for my Love, for sure this Wench must be she, She follows me; Come hither, pretty _Minche_.

_Jac._ No, no, you'll kiss.

_Hub._ So I will.

_Jac._ Y'ded law? How will ye kiss me, pray you?

_Hub._ Thus, soft as my loves lips.

_Jac._ Oh!

_Hub._ What's your Father's name?

_Jac._ He's gone to Heaven.

_Hub._ Is it not _Gerrard_, Sweet?

_Jac._ I'll stay no longer; My Mother's an old Woman, and my Brother Was drown'd at Sea, with catching Cockles. O Love! O how my heart melts in me: how thou fir'st me!

_Hub._ 'Tis certain she; pray let me see your hand, Sweet?

_Jac._ No, no, you'l bite it.

_Hub._ Sure I should know that Gymmal!

_Jac._ 'Tis certain he: I had forgot my Ring too. O _Hubert_! _Hubert_!

_Hub._ Ha! methought she nam'd me-- Do you know me, Chick?

_Jac._ No indeed, I never saw ye; But methinks you kiss finely.

_Hub._ Kiss again then; By Heaven 'tis she.

_Jac._ O what a joy he brings me!

_Hub._ You are not _Minche_?

_Jac._ Yes, pretty Gentleman, And I must be marry'd to morrow to a Capper.

_Hub._ Must ye my Sweet, and does the Capper love ye?

_Jac._ Yes, yes, he'I give me pie, and look in mine eyes thus. 'Tis he: 'tis my dear Love: O blest Fortune.

_Hub._ How fain she would conceal her self, yet shew it! Will you love me, and leave that man? I'll serve.

_Jac._ O I shall lose my self!

_Hub._ I'll wait upon you, And make you dainty Nose-gays.

_Jac._ And where will you stick 'em?

_Hub._ Here in [thy] bosom, Sweet, and make a crown of Lilies For your fair head.

_Jac._ And will you love me deed-law?

_Hub._ With all my Heart.

_Jac._ Call me to morrow then, And we'll have brave chear, and go to Church together: Give you good ev'n Sir.

_Hub._ But one word fair _Minche_.

_Jac._ I must be gone a milking.

_Hub._ Ye shall presently. Did you never hear of a young maid called _Jaculin_?

_Jac._ I am discover'd; hark in your ear, I'll tell ye: You must not know me, kiss and be constant ever.

_Hub._ Heaven curse me else 'tis she, and now I am certain They are all here: now for my other project-- [_Exeunt._