[Exeunt Host and Bilbo.]
[Enter Sir Arthur Clare, Harry Clare, and Milliscent.]
JERNINGHAM.
Good Sir Arthur Clare!
CLARE.
What Gentleman is that? I know him not.
MOUNCHESNEY.
Tis Master Fabell, Sir, a Cambridge scholler,
My son's dear friend.
CLARE.
Sir, I intreat you know me.
FABELL.
Command me, sir; I am affected to you
For your Mounchensey's sake.
CLARE.
Alas, for him,
I not respect whether he sink or swim:
A word in private, Sir Raph Jerningham.
RAYMOND.
Me thinks your father looketh strangely on me:
Say, love, why are you sad?
MILLISCENT.
I am not, sweet;
Passion is strong, when woe with woe doth meet.