John. For me, brave Signior,
What do ye intend?
Petr. Only, fair Sir, this trust,
Which from the commendations of this Letter,
I dare presume well plac'd, nobly to bear him
By word of mouth a single challenge from me,
That man to man, if he have honour in him,
We may decide all difference.
John. Fair, and noble,
And I will do it home: When shall I visite ye?
Petr. Please you this after-noon, I will ride with you:
For at a Castle six miles hence, we are sure
To find him.
John. I'le be ready.
Petr. To attend ye,
My man shall wait: with all my love. [Ex. Petr.
John. My service shall not fail ye.
Enter Frederick.
Fred. How now?
John. All's well: who dost thou think this wench is?
Ghess, and thou canst?