[ACT III.]
Enter Lodovico, Jaspro, Jovani, and Clown.
Lod. Did chronicle ever match this couple, gentlemen?
Jas. You make us wonder,
That both should seem to yield to the temptation,
And both so meet in one resolved goodness,
Unknown to one another!
Lod. There lies the jest on't. Sirrah Pambo, I do but think, an' she had met him in the garden, how she would have rattled him.
Clown. And ruffled him too, sir: the camomile[133] would have been better for it many a day after.
Jov. Such an honest-minded servant where shall one find?
Lod. Servant! my sworn brother, man; he's too honest for an office, he'll never thrive in't: ye have few servants will deal so mercifully with their lords.