Ver. Is this your chaste, religious lady?
Lod. Nay, good my lord, let it be carried with a silent reputation, for the credit of the conclusion. As all here are privy to the passage, I do desire not to be laughed at till after the masque, and we are all ready. I have made bold with some of your grace's gentlemen, that are good dancers.
Ver. 'Tis one of my greatest wonders, credit me,
To think what way she will devise here openly
To perform her so strict penance.
Ven. It busies me, believe me, too.
Jas. Ye may see now, sir, how possible it is for a cunning lady to make an ass of a lord too confident.
Lod. An ass! I will prove a contented cuckold the wisest man in's company.
Ver. How prove you that, sir?
Lod. Because he knows himself.
Ver. Very well brought in.
Is all our furniture fit, against the morning,
To go for Milan?
Jas. Ready, and like your grace.