Lope. To myself.
Vic. The cat’s unbagg’d!
Guil. To you!
Lope. To me.
Guil. Don Lope, you must see
That ev’n my friendship for you scarce can stomach
Such words—or credit them.
Lope. Let him beware
Who doubts my words, stomach them as he can.
Guil. But ’tis a jest: