Doct. Vat? you go leave a de Bride? tis no point good fashion; you must stay, be garr.
Lass. Must I stay, sir?
Doct. I spit your nose, and yet it is no violence. I will give a de prove a dee good reason. Reguard, Monsieur: you no point eate a de meate to daie, you be de empty; be gar you be emptie, you be no point vel; be garr you be vere sick, you no point leave a de provision; be garr you stay, spit your nose.
Lass. All staies have strength like to thy arguments.
Cass. Staie, Lassenbergh.
Luc. Deare Lord.
Flo. Most honord Earle.
Lass. Nothing shall hinder my resolved intent, But I will restlesse wander from the world Till I have shaken off these chaines from me.
[Exit La.
Luc. And I will never cease to follow thee Till I have wonne thee from these unkinde thoughts.