_Enter +Silliman+, a bottle tied in a riband to his pocket._
+Sil.+ Brave canary, intelligent canary, That does refresh our weak and mortal bodies! I will have thee canonis'd Saint Canary at My own charge, and call my eldest son Canary. Yet for a man to love thee at His own cost is damnable, very damnable; And I defy it. And Siss is the blithest lass in our town, For she sells ale by the pound and the dozen; Ale! Hang ale!
+Mes.+ By your worship's leave, I would speak with Signior Silliman, the Duchess's steward, an't like ye.
+Sil.+ Wou'd you speak with Signior Silliman, an't like ye?
+Mes.+ Please God and your worship, an't like ye.
+Sil.+ In what language wou'd you speak with him, hum?
+Mes.+ Yes, verily, I would speak with him, an't like ye.
+Mes.+ Marry, from a friend, an't like ye.
+Sil.+ Very good, my friend. Didst ever say thy [_Drinks._ Prayers in the canary tongue?
+Mes.+ My prayers, an't like ye? Your worship's dispos'd To be merry: I have a wife and seven small Children, an't like ye, to wind and turn as they say, Simple as your worship sees me here, an't like ye.
+Sil.+ Pox o' wives; I'll not give a gazet for thy wife; She's tough, and too much powder'd. Fetch me Thy daughter, thy youngest daughter, sirrah! If the creature be a virgin, and desirable: Look ye! there's money to buy her clean linen. I'll have a bath of rich canary and Venus' milk; Where we will bathe and swim together, like So many swans, and then be call'd Signior Jupiter Sillimano. But is she man's meat? I have a tender appetite, and can scarcely digest One in her teens.
+Mes.+ Does your worship think I wou'd be a Judas, an't like ye? She's as neat a girl, and as tight at her business As the back of your hand, an't like ye; but heaven Bless ye, and cry ye mercy, if you be his worship, Here's a letter from the Lady de Prate, an't like ye.
+Sil.+ The Lady de Prate (mark me, sirrah) is a Noble lady; we say so---- [_Reads a letter._
_I never knew what bondage was till now; I fear the gilded heart you sent me was Enchanted_--(O, O)--_I long to see you_-- (Hum--hum)--_therefore let me have the happiness To know the place and time_--(even so)--_as You love her, that blushes to write this_----
Yes, yes, I'll enchant ye! I'll time and place ye! Surely, there's something more about me, than I can Perceive. Grant that I may bear my fate Discreetly! _I never knew what bondage was_ [_Reads. Till now_. Well; 'tis heaven's goodness! For what am I, Silly wretch, to such a lady, as she that writes so Pitifully unto me? It wou'd overcome e'en a heart Of flint: Good gentlewoman! [_Weeps. As you love her, that blushes to write this_-- [_Reads._ Hum--yes, yes; she knows I love her: it Will work--I can't contain my good-nature. [_Drinks and weeps._