Hip. Came not my footman to you?
Bell. Yes, my lord.
Hip. I sent by him a diamond and a letter,
Did you receive them?
Bell. Yes, my lord, I did.
Hip. Read you the letter?
Bell. O’er and o’er ’tis read.
Hip. And, faith, your answer?
Bell. Now the time’s not fit,
You see, my husband’s here.
Hip. I’ll now then leave you,
And choose mine hour; but ere I part away,
Hark you, remember I must have no nay—
Matheo, I will leave you.
Mat. A glass of wine.