Bea. Will you man us? You shall be our guide.
[To[107] Freevill.
Free. I am your servant.
Tyse. Ha, servant? Zounds, I am no companion for panders! you’re best make him your love.
Bea. So will I, sir; we must live by the quick, you say.
Tyse. ’Sdeath o’ virtue! what a damn’d thing’s this!
Who’ll trust fair faces, tears, and vows? ’Sdeath! not I.
She is a woman,—that is,—she can lie.
Cri. Come, come, turn not a man of time,[108] to make all ill
Whose goodness you conceive not, since the worst of chance 140
Is to crave grace for heedless ignorance.
[Exeunt.
[99] This word, which occurs in Love’s Labour Lost (and in several old plays), was invented long before Shakespeare’s time. See Dyce’s Shakesp. Glossary.