Hip. I’m hot. [Lays aside his sword.
If I may use your room, I’ll rather walk.
Bell. At your best pleasure—whew—some rubbers there!
Hip. Indeed, I’ll none:—indeed I will not: thanks.
Pretty fine lodging. I perceive my friend
Is old in your acquaintance.
Bell. Troth, sir, he comes
As other gentlemen, to spend spare hours
If yourself like our roof, such as it is,
Your own acquaintance may be as old as his.
Hip. Say I did like; what welcome should I find?
Bell. Such as my present fortunes can afford.
Hip. But would you let me play Matheo’s part?
Bell. What part?
Hip. Why, embrace you: dally with you, kiss:
Faith, tell me, will you leave him and love me?
Bell. I am in bonds to no man, sir.