Fre. Leaving your devils Matins, and your melancholies,
Or we shall leave our lodgings.
Land. You have much need
To use these vagrant ways, and to much profit:
Ye had that might content
(At home within your selves too) right good Gentlemen,
Wholsome, and ye said handsom: But you gallants,
Beast that I was to believe ye—
Fred. Leave your suspicion:
For as I live there's no such thing.
Land. Mine honour;
And 'twere not for mine honour.
Fred. Come, your honour,
Your house, and you too, if you dare believe me,
Are well enough: sleek up your self, leave crying,
For I must have ye entertain this Lady
With all civility, she well deserves it,
Together with all secresie: I dare trust ye,
For I have found ye faithfull: when you know her,
You will find your own fault: no more words, but do it.
Land. You know you may command me.
Enter Don John.
John. Worshipful Lady,
How does thy velvet Scabbard? by this hand
Thou lookst most amiably, now could I willingly,
And 'twere not for abusing thy Geneva print there,
Venture my Body with thee.
Land. You'll leave this Roguery
When you come to my years.
John. By this light
Thou art not above fifteen yet, a meer Girl,
Thou hast not half thy teeth: come—