Laz. I could be far more sprightful, had I eaten, and more lasting.
Jul. What will you have Sir? name but the Fish, my Maid shall bring it, if it may be got.
Laz. Methinks your house should not be so unfurnish'd, as not to have some pretty modicum.
Jul. It is [so] now: but you'd ye stay till supper?
Laz. Sure I have offended highly, and much, and my [infl]ictions makes it manifest, I will retire henceforth, and keep my chamber, live privately, and dye forgotten.
Jul. Sir, I must crave your pardon, I had forgot my self; I have a dish of meat within, and it is fish; I think this Dukedom holds not a daintier: 'tis an Umbranoes head.
Laz. [Lady, this] kiss is yours, and this.
Jul. Hoe! within there! cover the board, and set the Fish head on it.
Laz. Now am I so truly happy, so much above all fate and fortune, that I should despise that man, durst say, remember Lazarello, thou art mortal.
Enter Intelligencers with a Guard.