L. Ful. I’ll not deny that Truth, though even to you.
Sir Cau. Why, in consideration of my Age, and your Youth, I’d bear a
Conscience—provided you do things wisely.
L. Ful. Do what thing, Sir?
Sir Cau. You know what I mean—
L. Ful. Hah—I hope you wou’d not be a Cuckold, Sir.
Sir Cau. Why—truly in a civil way—or so.
L. Ful. There is but one way, Sir, to make me hate you;
And that wou’d be tame suffering.
Sir Cau. Nay, and she be thereabouts, there’s no discovering.
L. Ful. But leave this fond discourse, and, if you must,
Let us to Bed.
Sir Cau. Ay, ay, I did but try your Virtue, mun—dost think I was in earnest?