Clo. You mistake my business, Sir.
Lor. Your Blushes give you the lye, Sirrah;
But for the Prince’s sake, and another reason I have,
I will pardon you for once.
Lau. He has not done a fault, and needs it not.
Lor. Was he not alone with thee?
And is not that enough? Well, I see I am no Italian
In Punctillio’s of honourable Revenge.
There is but one experiment left to prove my self so;
And if that fail, I’ll e’en renounce my Country.