Mat. God’s-so, my lord, your lordship is most welcome,
I’m proud of this, my lord.
Hip. Was bold to see you.
Is that your wife?
Mat. Yes, sir.
Hip. I’ll borrow her lip. [Kisses Bellafront.
Mat. With all my heart, my lord.
Orl. Who’s this, I pray, sir.
Mat. My Lord Hippolito: what’s thy name?
Orl. Pacheco.
Mat. Pacheco, fine name; thou seest, Pacheco, I keep company with no scoundrels, nor base fellows.