Fred. I am not bound to answer ye.
Val. Nor I bound to obey in unjust actions.
Fred. Do as you please, you know the penalty,
And as I have a soul it shall be executed;
Nay look not pale, I am not used to fear Sir,
If you respect your Lady, good night to ye. [Exit.
Val. But for respect to her and to my duty,
That reverent duty that I owe my Sovera[ig]n,
Which anger has no power to snatch me from,
The good night should be thine; good night for ever.
The King is wanton Lords, he would needs know of me
How many nick chases I would make to night.
Men. My Lord, no doubt you'l prove a perfect gamester.
Val. Faith no, I am unacquainted with the pleasure,
Bungle a set I may: how my heart trembles,
And beats my breast as it would break his way out!
Good night my noble friends.
Cle. Nay we must see you toward your bed my Lord.
Val. Good faith it needs not,
'Tis late, and I shall trouble you.
Cam. No, no, till the Bride come Sir.
Val. I beseech you leave me,
You will make me bashfull else, I am so foolish,
Besides, I have some few devotions Lords,
And he that can pray with such a book in's arms—