L. Dunce. Ah me!
Sir Dav. Ah, pr'ythee be comforted now, pr'ythee do; why, I'll love thee the better for this, for all this, mun; why shouldst be troubled for another's ill doings? I know it was no fault of thine.
Sir Jol. No, no more it was not, I dare swear. [Aside.
Sir Dav. See, see, my neighbour weeps too; he's troubled to see thee thus.
L. Dunce. Oh, but revenge!
Sir Dav. Why, thou shalt have revenge; I'll have him murdered; I'll have his throat cut before to-morrow morning, child: rise now, pr'ythee rise.
Sir Jol. Ay, do, madam, and smile upon Sir Davy.
L. Dunce. But will you love me then as well as e'er you did?
Sir Dav. Ay, and the longest day I live too.