Well I can ask no more, you will think it strange not to have me beat you at first sight.
Lyg.
Indeed I would, but I know your goodness can forget twenty beatings, you must forgive me.
Bes.
Yes there's my hand, go where you will, I shall think you a valiant fellow for all this.
Lyg.
My daghter is a Whore, I feel it now too sensible; yet I will see her, discharge my self from being father to her, and then back to my Country, and there die, farwell Captain.
[Exit Lygo.
Bes.
Farwell Sir, farwell, commend me to the gentlewoman I pray.