Cam. [Coming forward.] Vittoria, I cannot be induced, or, as a man would say, incited—
Vit. Cor. To do what, sir?
Cam. To lie with you to-night. Your silkworm useth to fast every third day, and the next following spins the better. To-morrow at night I am for you.
Vit. Cor. You'll spin a fair thread, trust to't.
Flam. But, do you hear, I shall have you steal to her chamber about midnight.
Cam. Do you think so? why, look you, brother, because you shall not think I'll gull you, take the key, lock me into the chamber, and say you shall be sure of me.
Flam. In troth, I will; I'll be your gaoler once. But have you ne'er a false door?
Cam. A pox on't, as I am a Christian. Tell me to-morrow how scurvily she takes my unkind parting.
Flam. I will.