Yo. Lo. Foot, this is stranger than an Africk monster, There will be no more talk of the Cleve wars Whilst this lasts, come, I'le put thee into blood.
Sav. Would all his damn'd tribe were as tender hearted. I beseech you let this Gentleman join with you in the recovery of my Keyes; I like his good beginning Sir, the whilst I'le pray for both your worships.
Young Lo. He shall Sir.
Mor. Shall we goe noble Knight? I would fain be acquainted.
Young Lo. I'le be your Servant Sir. [Exeunt.
Enter Elder Loveless, and Lady.
Elder Lo. Faith my sweet Lady, I have caught you now, maugre your subtilties, and fine devices, be coy again now.
Lady. Prethee sweet-heart tell true.
Elder Lo. By this light, by all the pleasures I have had this night, by your lost maidenhead, you are cozened meerly. I have cast beyond your wit. That Gentleman is your retainer Welford.
Lady. It cannot be so.