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Am not I a good Doctor now, that hath got you a good Hus∣band?
Nay, Doctor, he is but a Suiter, as yet.
Why do not you woe upon the Stage, as the rest of your Como∣rades doth?
O fye, Doctor Discretion never whines our love in publick.
So you love to be in private?
Why, Doctor, the purest love is most conceal'd, it lyes in the heart; and it warms it self by its own fire.
Take heed, for if you keep it too tenderly, and close, it may chance to catch cold when it comes abroad.
True love ought to keep home, and not to gossip abroad.
Madam Monsieur Discretion is come to visit you.
Come, Doctor, be a witnesse of our contract?
I had rather stay with your maid.
She hath not wit to entertain you.
Nor none to anger me.
Pray come away, for no wise man is angry with wit.
I perceive, if I do not go with you, that you will call me fool.