Pal. To discharge my life.
Keep. No, but from this place to remove your Lordship,
The windows are too open.
Pal. Devils take 'em
That are so envious to me; prethee kill me.
Keep. And hang for't afterward.
Pal. By this good light
Had I a sword I would kill thee.
Keep. Why my Lord?
Pal. Thou bring'st such pelting scurvy news continually
Thou art not worthy life; I will not go.
Keep. Indeed you must my Lord.
Pal. May I see the Garden?
Keep. No.