Neece. What motion's this, the Model of Ninivie?
Old K. Accost her daintily now, let me advise thee.
Sir Gr. I was advis'd to bestow dainty cost on you.
Neece. You were ill advis'd, back, and take better counsel;
You may have good for an Angel, the least cost
You can bestow upon a woman, Sir
Trebles ten Counsellors Fees in Lady-ware,
Y'are over head and ears, e'r you be aware,
Faith keep a batchelor still, and go to Bowls, Sir,
Follow your Mistriss there, and prick and save, Sir;
For other Mistresses will make you a slave, Sir.
Sir Gr. So, so, I have my lerrepoop already.
Old K. Why how now Neece, this is the man I tell you.
Neece. He, hang him, Sir, I know you do but mock,
This is the man you would say.
Old K. The Devil rides I think.
Cun. I must use cunning here.
Old K. Make me not mad, use him with all respect,
This is the man I swear.