Jac. And I will follow it.
Fab. And I you, prethee do not take it unkindly,
For trust me I boxt thee for thy advancement,
A foolish desire I had to joggle thee into preferment.
Jac. I apprehend you Sir, and if I can study out a course
How a bastinadoing may any wayes raise your fortunes
In the State, you shall be sure on't.
Fab. Oh Sir keep your way, God send you much joy.
Clora. And me my Julio.
O God I hear his voyce, now he is true,
Have at a marriage Frank, as soon as you— [Exeunt all but Fred.
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. Sir I would speak with you.
Fred. What is your has[t]y business friend?
Mess. The Duke commands your present attendance at Court.
Fred. The cause?