Cla. What would ye have me do?
Isab. But for a while Sir,
Step here behind this hanging, presently
I'll answer him, and then—
Cla. I will obey ye.
Enter Bartello.
Bar. Where's my rich Jeweller? I have stones to sett.
Pen. He is abroad, and sure Sir.
Bart. There's for your service:
Where's the fair Lady? all alone sweet beauty?
Isab. She's never much alone Sir, that's acquainted
With such companio[n]s as good honest thoughts are.
Bar. I'll sit down by thee, and I'll kiss thy hand too,
And in thine ear swear by my life I love thee.
Isab. Ye are a merry Captain.