Cour. Do but try me, and if ever I prove recreant more, let me be beaten and used like a dog in good earnest.
Sylv. Promise to grant me but one request, and it shall be done.
Cour. Hear me but swear.
Sylv. That anybody may do ten thousand times a-day.
Cour. Upon the word of a gentleman; nay, as I hope to get money in pocket.
Sylv. There I believe him, lelely.[50] You'll keep your word, you say?
Cour. If I don't, hang me up in that wench's old garters.
Sylv. See, sir, you have your freedom. [Unbinds him.
Cour. Well, now name the price; what I must pay for't?
Sylv. You know, sir, considering our small acquaintance, you have been pleased to talk to me very freely of love-matters.