Count. I hate to leave my friend in his extremities.
Laza. 'Tis noble in you, then I take your hand,
And doe protest, I doe not follow this
For any malice or for private ends,
But with a love, as gentle and as chast,
As that a brother to his sister bears:
And if I see this fish head yet unknown;
The last words that my dying father spake,
Before his eye strings brake, shall not of me
So often be remembred, as our meeting:
Fortune attend me, as my ends are just,
Full of pure love, and free from servile lust.
Count. Farwell my Lord, I was entreated to invite your Lordship to a Lady's upsiting.
Gond. O my ears, why Madam, will not you follow your brother? you are waited for by great men, heel bring you to him.
Oria. I'm very well my Lord, you doe mistake me, if you think I affect greater company than your self.
Gond. What madness possesseth thee, that thou canst imagine me a fit man to entertain [Ladies]; I tell thee, I doe use to tear their hair, to kick them, and [to] twindge their noses, if they be not carefull in avoiding me.
Oria. Your Lordship may discant upon your own behavior as please you, but I protest, so sweet and courtly it appeares in my eye, that I mean not to leave you yet.
[Go]nd. I shall grow rough.
Oria. A rough carriage is best in a man,
I'll dine with you my Lord.
Gond. Why I will starve thee, thou shalt have nothing.