Pleasure, Compass.
Ple. O Mr. Compass, did you see my Mother?
Mistris Placentia, my Ladies Niece,
Is newly brought to Bed o' the bravest Boy!
Will you go see it?
Com. First, I'll know the Father,
Ere I approach these Hazards.
Ple. Mistris Midwife
Has promis'd to find out a Father for it,
If there be need.
Com. She may the safelier do't,
By vertue of her Place. But pretty Pleasance,
I have a News for you, I think will please you.
Ple. What is't, Mr. Compass?
Com. Stay, you must
Deserve it, ere you know it. Where's my Lady?
Ple. Retir'd unto her Chamber, and shut up.
Com. She hears o' none o' this yet? Well, do you
Command the Coach, and fit your self to travel
A little way with me.
Ple. Whither, for Gods sake?
Com. Where I'll entreat you, not to your loss, believe it.
If you dare trust your self.
Ple. With you the world ore.
Com. The News will well requite the pains, I assure you.
And i' this Tumult you will not be mist.
Command the Coach; it is an insant Business,
Wu' not be done without you. Parson Palate,
Most opportunely met; step to my Chamber;
I'll come to you presently. There is a Friend,
Or two, will entertain you. Mr. Practice,
Ha' you the Licence?