Ism. 'Pray ye stand out.
Am. You need not fear, there's no body now stirring.
Mar. Beyond his commendation I am taken,
Infinite strangely taken.
Am. I love that Gentleman,
Methinks he has a dainty nimble body:
I love him heartily.
Ism. 'Tis the right Gentleman:
But what to say to him, Sir.
Am. Speak.
Ant. I wait still,
And will do till I grow another Pillar,
To prop this house, so it please you.
Ism. Speak softly,
And 'pray ye speak truly too.
Ant. I never ly'd, Lady.
Ism. And don't think me impudent to ask ye,
I know ye are an enemy, speak low,
But I would make ye a friend.