Old K. There's a trick for you,
You're parlously belov'd, you should complain.
Sir Gr. Yes, when I complain, Sir,
Then do your worst, there I'll deceive you, Sir.
Old K. You are a Dolt, and so I leave you, Sir. [Exit.
Sir Gr. Ah sirrah, Mistriss were you caught, i'faith?
We overheard you all; I must not know
I have your heart, take heed o' that, I pray,
I knew some Scarf would come.
Nee. He's quite gone, sure:
Ah you base Coxcomb, couldst thou come again?
And so abus'd as thou wast?
Sir Gr. How?
Nee. 'Twould ha' kill'd
A sensible man, he would ha' gone to his chamber,
And broke his heart by this time.
Sir Gr. Thank you heartily.
Nee. Or fixt a naked Rapier in a Wall,
Like him that earn'd his Knighthood, e'r he had it,
And then refus'd upon't, ran up to th' hilts.
Sir Gr. Yes, let him run for me, I was never brought up to't,
I never profest running i' my life.