Letgo.
I will obey your commands, and send for her.
He sends for her, in the mean time he is talking to another.
Enter the Lady Mute, holding down her head, and looking simply.
Liberty.
Sir Thomas Letgo, your wise Mistris is come to welcome your Guests.
Letgo.
She wants words to express her self, and Wit to entertain them.
Liberty.
Your Father knew you wanted not Wit so much as Wealth.
Letgo.
Many Fathers leave their sons nothing but their follies and vices for their Inheritance: But my Father not having Vices or Follies enough of his own, hath left me another mans Fool for an Annuity.
Liberty.
O yes: for she seldom speaks.
Parrot.
That's a great sign of simplicity indeed.
Liberty.
She is a meer Changeling: for when she doth speak, it is but, when she is question'd, and then for the most part she gives but one answer to all sorts of questions.
Parrot.
What Answer is that?
Liberty.
Her Answer is, she cannot tell.
Holdfast.
Lady, there may be such questions ask'd, as are beyond a wise mans understanding to resolve: But perchance she is sceptick, that doubts all things.
All the company laugh.
Liberty.
What do you judge the scepticks fools?
Holdfast.
A man may judge all those to be fools that are not scepticks.
Liberty.
I judge all those that think her not a fool, are fools.
Holdfast.
Then Lady I am condemn'd: for I cannot give sentence against any of your Sex, neither in thoughts or words.
Exeunt.