Mont. Thou dost deserve it boy, that I should live
To be thus troublesome.
L. Orl. Good Sir, 'tis none.
Vir. Trouble? most willingly I would be chang'd
Like Apuleius, weare his Asses ears,
Provided I might still this burthen bear.
L. Orl. 'Tis a kind boy.
Mont. I find true proof of it. [Exeunt.
Enter Amiens, and Longeville, with a Paper.
Ami. You'll carry it.
Long. As I live although my packet were like Bellerophon's, what have you seen in me or my behavior since your favors so plentifully showr'd upon my wants, that may beget distrust of my p[er]formance?
Ami. Nay, be not angry, if I entertained
But the least scruple of your love, or courage,
I would make choyce of one which my estate
Should do me right in this, nor can you blame me
If in a matter of such consequence
I am so importunate.