Fit. Where I ha’ beene vex’d a little, with a toy!
Mer. O Sir! no toyes muſt trouble your graue head, Now it is growing to be great. You muſt Be aboue all thoſe things.
Fit. Nay, nay, ſo I will. 5
Mer. Now you are to’ard the Lord, you muſt put off The man, Sir.
Ing. He ſaies true.
Mer. You muſt do nothing As you ha’ done it heretofore; not know, Or ſalute any man.
Ing. That was your bed-fellow, The other moneth.
Mer. The other moneth? the weeke. 10 Thou doſt not know the priueledges, Ingine, Follow that Title; nor how ſwift: To day, When he has put on his Lords face once, then—
Fit. Sir, for theſe things I ſhall doe well enough, There is no feare of me. But then, my wife is 15 Such an vntoward thing! ſhee’ll neuer learne How to comport with it. I am out of all Conceipt, on her behalfe.
Mer. Beſt haue her taught, Sir.