Jul. Begone, I shall doe reason with him.
Laz. Are you the special beauty of this house?
Jul. Sir, you have given it a more special regard by your good language, than these black brows can merit.
Laz. Lady, you are fair.
Jul. Fair Sir? I thank ye; all the poor means I have left to be thought grateful, is but a kiss, and ye shall have it Sir.
Laz. Ye have a very moving lip.
Jul. Prove it again Sir, it may be your sense was set too high, and so over-wrought it self.
Laz. 'Tis still the same: how far may ye hold the time to be spent Lady?
Jul. Four a clock, Sir.
Laz. I have not eat to day.