Clow. Good news, Sir?
Cun. Happy news, I help you away with a Rival your Master bestow'd.
Clow. Where, for this Plumbs sake—
Cun. Nay, listen me.
Clow. I warrant you, Sir, I have two ears to one mouth,
I hear more than I eat, I'de ne'er row by Queen Hive
While I liv'd else.
Cun. I have a Wife for him, and thou shalt witness the Contract.
Clow. The old one I hope, 'tis not the Lady?
Cun. Choak him first, 'tis one which thou shalt see,
See him, see him deceiv'd, see the deceit, only
The injunction is, you shall smile with modesty.
Clow. I'll simper I'faith, as cold as I am yet, the old one
I hope.
Enter Servant.