_Abi._ The Gods of the Winds befriend you Sir; a constant and a liberal
Lover thou art, more such God send us.

_Enter_ Welford.

_Wel._ Let'em not stand still, we have rid.

_Abi._ A suitor I know by his riding hard, I'le not be seen.

_Wel._ A prettie Hall this, no Servant in't? I would look freshly.

_Abi._ You have delivered your errand to me then: there's no danger in a
hansome young fellow: I'le shew my self.

_Wel._ Lady, may it please you to bestow upon a stranger the ordinary
grace of salutation: Are you the Lady of this house?

_Abi._ Sir, I am worthily proud to be a Servant of hers.

_Wel._ Lady, I should be as proud to be a Servant of yours, did not my so
late acquaintance make me despair.

_Abi._ Sir, it is not so hard to atchieve, but nature may bring it about.

_Wel._ For these comfortable words, I remain your glad Debtor. Is your
Lady at home?

_Abi._ She is no stragler Sir.