Ri.  I doe not know him.

Foo.  His name is well knowne in Lincolnsheire neere the fenns:  there were his family antient gentlemen before the Conquest; some say ever since the flood.

Ri. Littleland!

Foo.  But he has now more land then three of the best in the shire, thanke the Duchmen that have drunk up all the water.

Ri.  They water drinkers?

Foo.  Why not, as well as eate dry land? they are lin’d with butter, Sir, and feare no Dropsie.

Sir Richard reades.

She has been absent theis two yeares; the occasion, her dislike and disaffection to a gentleman whome I confesse I did too seveerely urge her to marry.  If she have liv’d with you, as my late intelligence hath enformed me, in the nature of a servant, which is beneath my wishes and her condition, I hope upon this knowledge you will with consideration of her quality (she being the onely Child and heire to my fortune) use her like a gentlewoman.  And though my yeares have made me unfitt for travell, I do intend, upon returne of your Letters, personally to give you thankes for your respects to my Daughter, whome I shall receave as new blessing from you, and be happie upon any turne presented to expresse my selfe for your favours, your true friend and servant
                                            W.  Littleland.

My maide Dorothy a Knights Daughter and heire!  Doe you know your yong Mistresse.

Foo.  I shall be happie to see her and present her with a Letter & some token from her Ladie Mother.

Ri.  I pray trust me to deliver it.

Foo.  With all my hart, Sir, you may comand.

    [Enter Thomas.

Ri. Thomas, pray entertaine this footman in the butterie; let him drinke and refresh himselfe, and set the cold chine of Beefe before him:  he has ranne hard.

Tho.  That will stay his stomach, indeed, but Claret is your only binder.

Foo.  Sack, while you live, after a heat, Sir.

Tho.  Please you, my friend, ile shew you the way to be drunke.

[Exit. [Tho. with footman.

Ri.  To my loving Daughter.  May not this be a trick?  By your favour, Madam. [He opens the Letter.

Enter Underwit.

Captaine, gather you the sence of that Letter while I peruse this.  You know Mistress Dorothy.

Un.  I have had a great desire to know her, I confess, but she is still like the bottome of the map, terra incognita.  I have been a long tyme hovering about the Magellan streights, but have made no new discoveries.

Ri.  Ha! this is not counterfeit, I dare trust my owne Judgment; tis a very rich one.  I am confirmed, and will scale them up agen.  My Ladies woman Sir Walter Littlelands Daughter and heire!  What think you now of Mistris Dorothy?