Fath. No.
Helen. You do!
Fath. I don’t!
Helen. I’ll prove it to you. You see him breaking your young mistress’s heart, and have not the manhood to stand by her.
Fath. What could I do for her?
Helen. Let her out of prison. It were the act of a man.
Fath. That man am I!
Helen. Well said, brave Fathom!
Fath. But my place!
Helen. I’ll provide thee with a better one.