John. You are pleas'd Sir,
To express your courtesie: may I demand
As freely what you are, and what mischance
Cast you into this danger?
Duke. For this present
I must desire your pardon: you shall know me
E're it be long Sir, and a nobler thanks
Than now my will can render.
John. Your will's your own Sir.
Duke. What is't you look for sir, have you lost any thing?
John. Only my hat i'th' scuffle; sure these fellows
Were night-snaps.
Duke. No, believe Sir: pray ye use mine,
For 'twill be hard to find your own now.
John. No Sir.
Du. Indeed ye shall, I can command another:
I do beseech ye honour me.
John. I will Sir,
And so I'le take my leave.
Duke. Within these few days
I hope I shall be happy in your knowledge,
Till when I love your memory. [Exit Duke, &c.