Jaq. I hear my Master mad yonder,
And swears, and chafes—
Isab. Dar'st thou do one thing for me?
One thing concerns mine honor, all is lost else?
Jaq. Name what you will.
Isab. It can bring but a beating,
Which I will recompence so largely—
Jaq. Name it.
Isab. Sit here, as if thou wert asleep.
Jaq. Is that all?
Isab. When he comes in, whate'er he do unto thee
(The worst will be but beating) speak not a word,
Not one word as thou lovest me.
Jaq. I'll run through it.
Isab. I'll carry away the Candle. [Exit.