Polish, Pleasance, Chair, Placentia, Keep.

    Pol. O! gi' you joy Madmoiselle Compass!
You are his Whirl-pool now: all-to-be-married,
Against your Mothers leave, and without counsel!
H' has fish'd fair, and caught a Frog, I fear it.
What Fortune ha' you to bring him in Dower?
You can tell Stories now: you know a world
Of Secrets to discover.

    Ple. I know nothing
But what is told me; nor can I discover
Any thing.

    Pol. No, you shall not, I'll take order.
Go, get in there: It is Ember-week!
I'll keep you fasting from his Flesh a while.

    Cha. See, who's there? she 'has been with my Lady;
who kist her, all to kist her, twice or thrice.

    Nee. And call'd her Niece again, and view'd her Linnen.

    Pol. You ha' done a Miracle, Mother Chair.

    Cha. Not I,
My Cawdle has done it. Thank my Cawdle heartily.

    Pol. It shall be thank'd, and you too, wisest Mother;
You shall have a new, brave, four-pound Beaver-Hat,
Set win enamel'd Studs, as mine is here:
And a right pair of Christal Spectacles,
Christal o' th' Rock, thou mighty Mother of Dames,
Hung in an Ivory Case, at a Gold Belt,
And Silver Bells to gingle, as you puss
Before your fifty Daughters in procession
To Church, or from the Church.

    Cha. Thanks, Mrs. Polish.

    Keep. She does deserve as many Pensions
As there be pieces in a -- Maiden-head,
Were I a Prince to give'em.

    Pol. Come sweet Charge,
You shall present your self about the House, be confident,
and bear up; you shall be seen.