Lord Av. Instantly, after dinner, and gie't out I am not to returne till three dayes hence, So spreade it throughe the howse.
Denis. What followers, Syr, Meane you to take alonge?
Lord Av. Thyself, no more, For 'tis a private busines, and withall; Provyde mee,—harke thyne eare.
Denis. A stronge one, Syrr.
Lord Av. One that will howld; withall give pryvate order
At night the guarden gates may bee left open,
By whiche wee may returne unknowne to any.
What I intend lyes heare.
Denis. All wee servants Are bownd to doo, but not examine what; That's out of our comission.
Lord Av. 'Twixt us too I shall resolve thee further.
Denis. I am gone, Syr.
Lord Av. Nowe, sweete ladye, have you doon?
Lady. As you commanded.