Ast. Oh! he’s well valued by my lord.
Enter Bellafront, with a petition.
Fon. How now, how now, what’s she?
Ber. Let’s make towards her.
Bell. Will it be long, sir, ere my lord come forth?
Ast. Would you speak with my lord?
Lod. How now, what’s this, a nurse’s bill? hath any here got thee with child and now will not keep it?
Bell. No, sir, my business is unto my lord.
Lod. He’s about his own wife’s now, he’ll hardly dispatch two causes in a morning.
Ast. No matter what he says, fair lady; he’s a knight, there’s no hold to be taken at his words.