Leo. Good Sir, tell me the cause, I know there is a woman in't; Do you hold me faithful? dare you trust your Souldier? Sweet Prince, the cause?
Dem. I must not, dare not tell it, And as thou art an honest man, enquire not.
Leo. Will ye be merry then?
Dem. I am wondrous merry.
Leo. 'Tis wondrous well: you think now this becomes ye.
Shame on't, it does not, Sir, it shews not handsomely;
If I were thus; you would swear I were an Ass straight;
A wooden ass; whine for a Wench?
Dem. Prithee leave me.
Leo. I will not leave ye for a tit.
Dem. Leontius?
Leo. For that you may have any where for six pence, And a dear penny-worth too.
Dem. Nay, then you are troublesome.