Mal. Yonder he walks
That knows my worth and value, though you scorn it.
Clar. If my Lady know not this—
Mal. I'll answer it:
If you were a Nun I hope your Cousin German
Might talk with you through a grate, but you are none,
And therefore may come closer; ne'r hang off,
As I live you shall bill; ye may salute as strangers,
Custom allows it. Now, now, come upon her
With all your Oratory, [tickle her to the quick,]
As a young Advocate should, and leave no Vertue
Of mine unmentioned, I'll stand centinel;
Nay keep the door my self. [Exit.
Clar. How have you work'd
This piece of motley to your ends?
Leon. Of that at leasure, Mistriss. [Kissing.
Clar. Lower, you are too loud,
Though the fool be deaf, some of the house may hear you.
Leon. Suppose they should, I am a Gentleman,
And held your Kinsman, under that I hope
I may be free.
Clar. I grant it, but with caution;
But be not seen to talk with me familiarly,
But at fit distance, or not seen at all,
It were the better; you know my Ladies humour,
She is all honour, and compos'd of goodness,
(As she pretends) and you having no business,
How jealous may she grow?
Leon. I will be rul'd.
But you have promis'd, and I must enjoy you.
Clar. We shall find time for that; you are too hasty,
Make your self fit and I shall make occasion,
Deliberation makes best in that business,
And contents every way.