Orl. Abroad? I think so.
Inf. Dost thou not weep now thou art here?
Dor. Say ye? weep? yes, forsooth, as you did when you lost your maidenhead: do you not hear how I weep? [Sings.
Lod. Farewell, Doll.
Dor. Farewell, dog. [Exit.
Duke. Past shame: past penitence! Why is that blue gown?
1st Mast. Being stript out of her wanton loose attire,
That garment she puts on, base to the eye,
Only to clothe her in humility.
Duke. Are all the rest like this?
1st Mast. No, my good lord.
You see, this drab swells with a wanton rein,
The next that enters has a different strain.
Duke. Variety is good, let’s see the rest. [Exeunt 1st and 2nd Masters and Constable.