Lance. That's as he makes his game.
Unc. Intreat him lovingly, and make him feel.
Lance. I'le pinch him to the bones else.
[Valen. Within.] And tell the Gentleman, I'le be with him presently, say I want money too, I must not fail boy.
Lance. You'l want Cloaths, I hope.
Enter Valentine.
Val. Bid the young Courtier repair to me anon, I'le read to him.
Unc. He comes, e diligent, but not too rugged, start him, but affright him not.
Val. Phew, are you there?
Unc. We come to see you Nephew, be not angry.