Am. What should ye blush at?
Blush when you act your thoughts, not when you write 'em;
Blush soft between a pair of sheets, sweet Cosin,
Though he be a curious carried Gentleman, I cannot think
He's so unnatural to leave a woman,
A young, a noble, and a beauteous woman,
Leave her in her desires: Men of this age
Are rather prone to come before they are sent for.
Hark, I hear something: up to th' Chamber, Cosin,
You may spoil all else.
Enter Antonio and Martine.
Ism. Let me see, they are Gentlemen;
It may be they.
Am. They are they: get ye up,
And like a Land-star draw him.
Ism. I am shame-fac'd. [Exit.
Ant. This is the street.
Mar. I am looking for the house:
Close, close, pray ye close here.
Ant. No, this is a Merchants;
I know the man well:
Mar. And this a Pothecaries: I have lain here many times
For a looseness in my hilts.
A[n]t. Have ye not past it?