Jac. Thou knowest I can sing nothing
But Plumpton park.
Fab. Thou't be bold enough,
When thou art enter'd once.
Jac. I had rather enter
A breach: if I miscarry, by this hand
I will have you by th' ears for't.
Fab. Save ye Ladies.
Clo. Sweet Brother I dare swear, you're welcom hither,
So is your Friend.
Fab. Come, blush not, but salute 'em.
Fra. Good Sir believe your Sister; you are most welcom,
So is this worthy Gentleman whose vertues
I shall be proud to be acquainted with.
Jac. She has found me out already, and has paid me;
Shall we be going?
Fab. Peace;
Your goodness Lady
Will ever be afore us, for my self
I will not thank you single, lest I leave
My friend, this Gentleman, out of acquaintance.
Jac. More of me yet?