Nee. I marry Sir, this was a rich conceit indeed.
Clow. And far fetch'd, therefore good for you, Lady.
Guard. How now? which way look you, Bird?
Cun. At the Fool Bird, shall I not look at the Fool?
Guard. At the Fool and I here? what need that? pray look this way.
Nee. I'll fit him aptly, either I'll awake
His wits (if he have any,) or force him
To appear (as yet I cannot think him)
Without any. Sirrah, tell me one thing true
That I shall aske you now, Was this device
Your Masters own? I doubt his wit in it;
He's not so ingenus.
Clow. His own I assure you, Madam.
Nee. Nay, you must not lye.
Clow. Not with a Lady, I'd rather lye with you, than lie with my Master, by your leave in such a case as this.
Guard. Yet agen your eye?