Touch. jun. Mass, that’s true: posy? i’faith, e’en thus, sir:
“Love that’s wise
Blinds parents’ eyes.”
Yel. How, how? if I may speak without offence, sir, I hold my life—
Touch. jun. What, sir?
Yel. Go to,—you’ll pardon me?
Touch. jun. Pardon you? ay, sir.
Yel. Will you, i’ faith?
Touch. jun. Yes, faith, I will.
Yel. You’ll steal away some man’s daughter: am I near you?