Fran. Let me deserve, sir, first.
Lod. Shalt have them. I know what I do, I warrant thee.
Fran. I joy in such a lady.
Lod. Nay, there's a couple of you, for a wife and a friend. Shalt be no more my servant. I had thought to have made thee my steward, but thou'rt too honest for the place, that's the truth on't.
Clown. His superfluity is my necessity. Pray, let me ha't, sir.
Lod. I will talk with thee to-morrow, Pambo: thou shalt have something too: but I'll go to bed. Honest Francis, the dearest must part, I see. I will so hug the sweet rascal, that thinks every hour ten, till I come yonder! Good night, Frank.
To bed, Pambo. What delight in life
Can equal such a friend and such a wife?
So, my dainty Doll, I come to thee. [Exit.
Clown. So a city nightcap go with thee! But shall I not be thought on for my night's service?
Fran. O, look ye, pray forget not ye had something.
Clown. Well, and pray do you remember I had nothing.