Ang. Who's that, Frederick?
Fred. Yes marry is't. O Angelo how dost thou?
Ang. Save you Sir, how does my Mistris?
Fred. She is in love I think, but not with you
I can assure you: saw ye Fabritio?
Ang. Is he come over?
Fred. Yes a week ago: Shall we dine?
Ang. I cannot.
Fred. Prethee do.
Ang. Believe me I have business.
Fred. Have you too, Gentlemen?