Tigr.
Lygones, I have read it, and I like it, you shall deliver it.
Lyg.
Well Sir, I will: but I have private business with you.
Tigr.
Speak, what is't?
Lyg. How has my age deserv'd so ill of you, that you can pick no strumpets i'th' land, but out of my breed?
Tigr.
Strumpets, good Lygones?
Lyg.