Org. Come away, and take heed you laugh not.
Tom. No, I warrant you; but I think I had best go back and shave my beard.
Org. Tush, that will not be seen.
Tom. Well, you will give me the half-crown ye promised me?
Org. Doubt not of that, man.
Tom. Sirrah, didst not see me serve the fellow a fine trick, when we came over the market-place?
Org. Why, how was that?
Tom. Why, he comes to me and said, "Gentlewoman, wilt please you take a pint or a quart?" "No gentlewoman," said I, "but your friend and Dority."
Org. Excellent!—Come, see where my lord is.—My lord, here is Angelica.
Orl. Mass, thou say'st true, 'tis she indeed.—How fares the fair Angelica?