Vir. If my wife seek me, tell her that
Designs of weight, too heavy for her knowledge,
Exact my privacy.
Boy. I shall, Sir.
Vir. Do then,
And leave me to my self.
Boy. 'Tis a raw morning
And would you please to interpret that for duty
Which you may construe boldness, I could wish
To arm your self against it, you would use
More of my service.
Vir. I have heat within here,
A noble heat (good boy) to keep it off,
I shall not freeze; deliver my excuse, [Enter Juliana.
And you have done your part.
Boy. That is prevented,
My Lady follows you.
Vir. Since I must be crost then,
Let her perform that office.
Boy. I obey you. [Exit.
Vir. Prethee to bed; to be thus fond's more tedious
Than if I were neglected.
Jul. 'Tis the fault then
Of Love and Duty, which I would fall under,
Rather than want that care which you may challenge
As due to my obedience.