Inc. Her Sir? who do you mean?
Phil. (I had forgot my self) the Page I meant
That came along with us.
Die. He you gave the clothes too?
Phil. I ga' the clothes to; Rascal?
Die. Nay good Sir.
Phi. Why dost thou mention or upbraid my courtesies
Slave?
Die. For your honor Sir.
Phi. Wretch; I was honor'd,
That she would wear 'em (he, I would say) 's death?
Go, get, and find 'em out, or never see me,
I shall betray my love e'r I possess it,
Some Star direct me, or ill Planet strike me. [Exit Phil.
Inc. Best to divide.
Die. I'll this way.