Geo. No, but he’ll make you swear anon.— [Aside.]
No, indeed, he went away like a lamb.
Vio. Key, sink to hell! still patient, patient still?
I am with child[187] to vex him: prithee, George,
If e’er thou look’st for favour at my hands,
Uphold one jest for me.
Geo. Against my master?
Vio. ’Tis a mere jest in faith: say, wilt thou do’t?
Geo. Well, what is’t?
Vio. Here, take this key; thou know’st where all things lie.
Put on thy master’s best apparel, gown,
Chain, cap, ruff, every thing, be like himself;
And ’gainst his coming home, walk in the shop;
Feign the same carriage, and his patient look,
’Twill breed but a jest, thou know’st; speak, wilt thou?
Geo. ’Twill wrong my master’s patience.
Vio. Prithee, George.
Geo. Well, if you’ll save me harmless, and put me under covert barn,[188] I am content to please you, provided it may breed no wrong against him.
Vio. No wrong at all: here take the key, be gone:
If any vex him, this: if not this, none. [Exeunt.