Pen. Captain courageous yonder of the Castle,
Captain, Don Diego, old Bartello.
Isab. Where is he?
Pen. He's coming in:
'Twould vex the Devil, that such an old Potgun as this,
That can make no sport, should hinder them that can do it.
Isab. I would not have him see the Gentleman,
For all the world, my credit were undone then.
Pen. Shall I fling a piss-pot on's head as he comes in,
And take him into th' kitchin, there to drie him.
Isab. That will not do; and he is so humorous too
He will come in.
Isab. One much troubles me.
Pen. And can do nothing, cannot eat.
Isab. Your sight now,
Out of a driveling dotage he bears to me,
May make him tell my husband, and undo me.