Sus. Nay, with your favour let him stay a little;
I would part with him too, because he is
Your sole companion; and I’ll begin with him,
Reserving you the last.
Frank. Ay, with all my heart.
Sus. You may hear, if’t please you, sir.
Frank. No, ’tis not fit:
Some rudiments, I conceive, they must be,
To overlook my slippery footings: and so—
Sus. No, indeed, sir.
Frank. Tush, I know it must be so,
And it is necessary: on! but be brief. [Walks forward.
Win. What charge soe’er you lay upon me, mistress,
I shall support it faithfully—being honest—
To my best strength.
Sus. Believe’t shall be no other.
I know you were commended to my husband
By a noble knight.
Win. O, gods! O, mine eyes!
Sus. How now! what ail’st thou, lad?