Scene 12.
You will pardon me, pretty Maid, for causing you to stay so long, for an Answer of your Mistris's Letter.
There requires no pardon Sir, for I have been very well entertain'd by your man, I thank him.
I perceive my man hath had better fortune than his Master, for he hath had youth to entertain; but I hope if you receive the mans entertain∣ment so thankfully, you will not refuse the Masters.
My Mistris would be jealous of your Worship, if you should en∣tertain me.
Why, doth your Mistris love me so much?
So much, as she cannot sleep quietly for dreaming of you; nor lets me sleep: for she wakes me every night to tell me her dreams.
What dreams she?
One dream was, she dream'd that she was Diana, and you A∣cteon.
What, to set horns on my head?
No, my Mistris said, that she in her dream did more as a Godess ought to have done, than Diana did: for she was generous in her dream, and not cruel, for instead of horning you, she invited you into her Bath.
I hope you were one of her Nymphs.
Another time she dream'd you were Mercury, and she Herce; and another, that she was Venus, and you Adonis; but the last night she awaked out of a fearful dream.
What dream was that?
She dream'd that she was Queen Dido, and you the Prince AEneas, and when you were ship'd and gone away, she stab'd her self.
If she were Dido, I should prove AEneas.
On my Conscience she fetch'd as many sighs when she awak'd, and made as many pitious complaints and lamentations, as if her dream had been true, and she really bad been Queen Dido, insomuch as I was afraid that she would have killed he self indeed, and was running forth the Chamber to call in company to hinder her, but that she commanded me to stay, saying, that it was but the passion of her dream, for she hoped that you would prove a more constant and faithful Lover, than to leave her to despair.
The next time she is in the same passion, tell her I will be like