Do you turn aside? you gentlemen are mad wags!
I wonder things can be so warily carried,
And parents blinded so: but they’re served right,
That have two eyes and were so dull a’ sight.
Touch. jun. (Aside.) Thy doom take hold of thee!
Yel. Tomorrow noon
Shall show your ring well done.
Touch. jun. Being so, ’tis soon.—
Thanks, and your leave, sweet gentlewoman.
Moll. Sir, you’re welcome.—