Rho. You are too too courteous,
But I shall make amends, fair Isabella.
Isab. Welcome my worthy friend, most kindly welcome.
Rho. I hear on't, and I'll fit him for his foolery.
Lop. Some Sweet meats wife: some Sweet meats presently.
Bart. Oh my sowre sauce.
Lop. Away quick Isabella. [Exit Isab.
Did you hear him?
Rho. Yes, yes, perfectly, proceed, Sir.
Lop. Speak loud enough: Dare ye at length but pity me?
Rho. 'Faith Sir, you have us'd so many reasons to me,
And those so powerfully—
Lop. Keep this kiss for me.