Piso. No Sir.
Fred. Why then let's dine together.
Lod. With all my heart.
Fred. Go then: Farewel good Angelo,
Commend me to your friend.
Ang. I will. [Exeunt.
SCENE II.
Enter Frank, and Clora.
Clo. Do not dissemble Frank, mine eyes are quicker
Than such observers, that do ground their faith
Upon one smile or tear; y'are much alter'd,
And are as empty of those excellencies
That were companions to you; I mean mirth
And free disposure of your blood and Spirit,
As you were born a mourner.
Fran. How I prethee?
For I perceive no such change in my self.
Clo. Come, come, this is not wise, nor provident
To halt before a Cripple: if you love,
Be liberal to your friend, and let her know it,
I see the way you run, and know how tedious
'Twill prove without a true companion.