Serv. I know his name.
Cal. There's thy reward for't; speak it.
Ser. His man told me, but he desir'd my silence.
Cal. O Jasper speak, 'tis thy good Masters cause too:
We all are bound in gratitude to compel thee.
Ser. Lisander? Yes, I am sure it was Lisander,
Cal. Lisander? 'twas Lisander.
Cle. 'Tis Lisander. O my base thoughts! my wicked!
To make question this act could be another mans:
'Tis Lisander, a handsome timber'd man?
Ser. Yes.
Cle. My Lisander! Was this friends absence to be mourn'd?
Cal. I grant it:
I'le mourn his going now, and mourn it seriously:
When you weep for him, Sir, I'le bear you company.
That so much honour, so much honesty
Should be in one man, to do things thus bravely,
Make me his Saint, to me give this brave service:
What may I do to recompence his goodness?
I cannot tell.