Say. I'll ev'n along with ye: she's too great a Lady
For me, and would prove more then my match. [Exit.
Cla. You'r he spoke of Vitelli to the Stewerd:
Pio. Yes, and I thank you, you have beat me for't.
Cla. But are you sure you do not wrong him?
Pio. Sure?
So sure, that if you please venture your self
I'll shew you him, and his Cokatrice together,
And you shall hear 'em talk.
Cla. Will you? by —— Sir
You shall endear me ever: and I ask
You mercy.
Pio. You were somewhat boystrous.
Cla. There's Gold to make you amends: and for this pains,
I'll gratifie you farther: I'll but masque me
And walk along with ye: faith let's make a night on't. [Exit.
Scæna Quinta.
Enter Alguazier, Pachieco, Mendoza, Metaldi, Lazarillo.