Luc. Then ought you to go and hang yourself.
Moc. Who, I hang myself! for what? my good service and respect to your quiet? If he have any mind to haunt your chamber hereafter, he shall do it as a ghost, without any substantial shape, I assure you.
Luc. I think the fool is in earnest: I must use policy, and not play away a man's life so. [Aside.] Nay, prythee, sweetheart, be not angry, 'twas but to try thee: this kiss and my love. [Kisses him.
Moc. Why, here's some amends yet: now 'tis as it should be.
Luc. I am as deep and eager in this purpose
As you are, therefore grant me leave a little
To talk with him: I have some private counsel
To give him for the better execution.
Moc. May I not hear?
Luc. No, as you love me, go.
Moc. Her humour must be law: we that are suitors
Must deal with women as with towns besieg'd,
Offer them fair conditions till you get them,
And then we'll tyrannise. Yet there's a doubt
Is not resolv'd on.
Luc. Good sir, begone.
Moc. I vanish. Were I best trust this fellow with my mistress?
Temptations may arise: 'tis all one, I am
A right Italian, and the world shall see
That my revenge is above jealousy. [Exit.