Guil. Sir, the Gentlewoman whom you sent me to says That she’ll meet you here.
Lor. That’s well, thou mayst come to be a States-man In time, thou art a fellow of so quick dispatch: But hark ye, Sirrah, there are a few Lessons I must learn you, Concerning Offices of this nature; But another time for that: but— Whispers.
Enter Isabella, and [Antonio’s Valet].
Isab. Here he is; and prithee, when thou seest him in My Chamber, go and tell my Lord, Under pretence of the care you have of the Honour of his House.
Val. I warrant you, let me alone for a Tale, And a Lye at the end on’t; which shall not over-much Incense him, nor yet make him neglect coming. Ex. Val.
Lor. Oh, are you there, Mistress? what have you now To say for your last Night’s Roguery? Are not you a Baggage? confess.
Isab. You have a mind to lose your opportunity again, As you did last Night, have ye not? Pray God your own Shadow scare you not, As it did then; and you will possibly believe No body meant you harm then, nor now.
Lor. Art thou in earnest?
Isab. Are you in earnest?
Lor. Yes, that I am, and that Clarina shall find, If I once come to her.