Scene 8.
O my dear Heart!
O my dear Joy, how glad am I to see thee! But where have you been, that you came later than you promis'd? for if you had not sent me word you would come to me to day, I had gone to you.
Why, where do you think I have been?
I know not where to think.
I have been at a Silk-mans shop to buy me a new Gown; but I would not choose it before I had shewn thee my patterns.
Let me see them.
What do you think of this stuff?
This is out of Fashion; besides, 'tis not a Mode-colour.
What think you of this Tabby?
The colour is good, but it is not of a good water.
What think you of this Sattin?
The Sattin is a good glossy Sattin, but the colour is too pale.
But pale colours, 'tis said, are Allamode in France.
Who says so?
A Gentleman told me so which is newly come out of France.
Then he perchance could have told you all the French Fashions.
So he did most particularly: for he said he went into France for no other purpose but to see and observe Fashions.
I believe he only observed mens Fashions, being a man, and not womens Fashions.
Nay, he swore he observ'd the womens Fashion more than the mens, by reason he knew it would make him more acceptable to our Sex at his return, not onely for Discourse-sake, but for the kind rewards he should have for his Intelligence; which rewards he hath found so full and plentiful, as he hath made such a beneficial Journey, as he will go once every year, and stay a moneth or two, and then return.
For Ioves sake send him to me.
I will; but prethee choose my Gown.