Land. But I say to ye,
Who is it keeps your Master company?
Peter. I say to you, Don John.
Land. I say what woman?
Peter. I say so too.
Land. I say again, I will know.
Peter. I say 'tis fit ye should.
Land. And I tell thee
He has a woman here.
Peter. And I tell thee
'Tis then the better for him.
Land. You are no Bawd now?
Peter. Would I were able to be call'd unto it:
A worshipfull vocation for my elders;
For as I understand it is a place
Fitting my betters far.