Lav. I follow instantly, yonder he is.
Enter Viramor.
The thought of this boy hath much cool'd my affection to his Lady, and by all conjectures, this is a disguised whore; I will try if I can search this Mine, Page—
Ver. Your pleasure, Sir?
Lav. Thou art a pretty boy.
Ver. And you a brave man: now I am out of your debt.
Lav. Nay, prethee stay.
Ver. I am in haste, Sir.
Lav. By the faith of a Courtier.
Ver. Take heed what you say, you have taken a strange oath.