Ang. Pray take my counsel.
Jul. When I am my self
I'le hear you any way; love me though thus
As thou art honest, which I dare not be
Lest I despise my self. Farewel. [Exit Julio.
Piso. Do you hear my friend: Sir, are you not a setter,
For the fair widow here of famous memory?
Fa. Ha? am I taken for a Bawd? Oh Heaven!
To mine own child too? misery, I thank thee
That keepst me from their knowledge: Sir, believe me
I understand ye not.
Lod. You love plain dealing.
Are you not parcel Bawd? confess your Function,
It may be we would use it.
Fa. Were she worse,
As I fear strangely she is ill enough,
I would not hear this tamely.
Piso. Here's a shilling
To strike good luck withal.
Fa. Here's a Sword, Sir,
To strike a Knave withal, thou lyest, and basely,
Be what thou wilt.
Ang. Why how now Gentlemen?
Fa. You are many: I shall meet you, Sir, again,
And make you understand, y'have wrong'd a Woman
Compar'd with whom thy Mother was a sinner. Farewel. [Exit Father.