Diaphanous, Palate. [To them.
Dia. I tell thee, Parson, if I get her, reckon
Thou hast a Friend in Court; and shalt command
A Thousand pound, to go on any Errand,
For any Church preferment thou hast a mind to.
Pal. I Thank your Worship: I will so work for you,
As you shall study all the ways to thank me:
I'll work my Lady, and my Ladies Friends;
Her Gossip, and this Doctor, and Squire Needle,
And Mr. Compa**, who is all in all;
The very Fly she moves by: He is one
That went to Sea with her Husband, Sir John Loadstone,
And brought home the rich Prizes all that Wealth
Is left her: for which Service she respects him:
A dainty Scholar in the Mathematicks;
And one she wholly imploys. Now Dominus Practise
Is yet the man (appointed by her Ladiship)
But there's a trick to set his Cap awry,
If I know any thing: he hath confest
To me in private, that he loves another,
My Ladies Woman, Mrs. Pleasence: therefore
Secure you of Rivalship.
Dia. I thank thee,
My noble Parson: There's Five hundred pound
Waits on thee more for that.
Pol. Accost the Neice:
Yonder she walks alone: I'll move the Aunt:
But here's the Gossip; she expects a morsel.
Ha' you ne'er a Ring, or toy to throw away?
Dia. Yes, here's a Diamond of some Threescore Pund
I pray you give her that.
Pal. If she will take it.
Dia. And there's an Emerald for the Doctor too:
Thou Parson, thou shalt coin me: I am thine.
Pal. Here Mr. Compa** comes: Do you see my Lay,
And all the rest, how they do flutter about him?
He is the Oracle of the House and Family.
Now is your time: go nick it with the Neice:
I will walk by; and hearken how the Chimes go.