Ang. Especially to me; thou knowst when I was here, I said I lik'd thee of
All thy Mistriss Servants.
Maid. So did I you, though it be not my fortune to express
It at this present: for truly if you would cry, I cannot
Let you in.
Ang. Pox on her, I must go the down-right way: look you
Here is ten pound for you, let me speak with her.
Maid. I like your gold well, but it is a thing by heaven
I cannot do, she
Will not speak with you, especially at this time, she has affairs.
Ang. This makes her leave her jesting yet, but take it
And let me see her, bring me to a place
Where undiscerned of her self I may
Feed my desiring eyes but half an hour.
Maid. Why faith I think I can, and I will stretch my wits
And body too for gold: if you will swear as you
Are gentle, not to stir, or speak, where you shall
See or hear, now, or hereafter: give me your gold, I'le plant you.
Ang. Why, as I am a Gentleman, I will not.
Maid. Enough, quick, follow me. [Ex. Angelo, and Maid.
Enter Servant.