John. My Ladies Gentlewoman
Would laugh me to a S[c]hool-boy, make me blush
With playing with my Codpiece point: fie on thee,
A man of thy discretion?
Fred. It shall be mended:
And henceforth ye shall have your due.
Enter Anthony.
John. I look for't: How now, who is't?
Ant. A Gentleman of this Town
And calls himself Petrucchio.
Enter Constantia.
John. I'le attend him.
Const. How did he call himself?
Fre. Petrucchio,
Does it concern you ought?
Const. O Gentlemen,
The hour of my destruction is come on me,
I am discover'd, lost, left to my ruine:
As ever ye had pity—