Lop. You are welcome Sir,
I am glad I have any thing within these doors Sir
To make ye merry: you love my wife, I thank ye.
You have shew'd your love.
Bar. Wife, am I this? this odd matter,
This monstrous thing?
Rho. You ought, but yet you are not:
I have been bold with you Sir, but yet not basely,
As I have faith I have not.
Lop. Sir, believe it,
'Twas all meant but to make you feel your trespass;
We knew your hour, and all this fashion'd for it.
Bar. Were you o'th' plot too?
Isab. Yes by my troth, sweet Captain.
Bar. You will forgive me wife?
Rho. You will deserve it?
Bar. Put that to th' venture.
Rho. Thus am I friends again then,
And as you ne'er had gone astray, thus kiss ye.