Jane. [Aside to her father.] You send me to the galleys, sir; pray you, redeem me as soon as you can: these are pretty things for mirth, but not for serious uses.
Brew. Prythee, be merry with them then awhile, if but for courtesy; thou hast wit enough: but take heed they quarrel not.
Jane. Nay, I dare take in hand to part 'em without any danger; but I beseech you, let me not be too long a prisoner. Will you walk, gentlemen.
Lamb. If it please you to place one of us for your conduct, otherwise this old coxcomb and I shall quarrel.
Jane. Sir Godfrey, you are the eldest; pray, lead the way.
Speed. With all my heart, sweet virgin. [Aside.] Ah! ah! this place promises well in the eyes of experience. Master Innocent, come you behind.
Lamb. Right, sir; but I put the gentlewoman before, and that is the thing I desire; and there your experience halts a little.
Speed. When I look back, sir, I see your nose behind.
Lamb. Then when I look back your nose stands here.
Speed. Sweet lady, follow experience.