Amb. Good fellow Pit-fall, 5 Tel Mr. Mere-craft, I intreat a word with him. Pitfall goes out. This most vnlucky accident will goe neare To be the loſſe o’ my place; I am in doubt!
Mer. VVith me? what ſay you Mr Ambler?
Amb. Sir, I would beſeech your worſhip ſtand betweene 10 Me, and my Ladies diſpleaſure, for my abſence.
Mer. O, is that all? I warrant you.
Amb. I would tell you Sir But how it happened.
Mer. Brief, good Maſter Ambler, Put your selfe to your rack: for I haue taſque Of more importance. Mere-craft ſeemes full of buſineſſe.
Amb. Sir you’ll laugh at me? 15 But (ſo is Truth) a very friend of mine, Finding by conference with me, that I liu’d Too chaſt for my complexion (and indeed Too honeſt for my place, Sir) did aduiſe me If I did loue my ſelfe (as that I do, 20 I muſt confeſſe)
Mer. Spare your Parentheſis.
Amb. To gi’ my body a little euacuation—
Mer. Well, and you went to a whore?