A woman last was made, but is spent first.
Yet man is oft proved in performance worst.
Ast., Ber., &c. My lord is come.
Enter Hippolito, Infelice, and two Waiting-women.
Hip. We ha’ wasted half this morning. Morrow, Lodovico.
Lod. Morrow, madam.
Hip. Let’s away to horse.
Lod., Ast., &c. Ay, ay, to horse, to horse.
Bell. I do beseech your lordship, let your eye read o’er this wretched paper.
Hip. I’m in haste, pray thee, good woman, take some apter time.
Inf. Good woman, do.