Fr. Jhon. Where's my lady?
Mayde. Attends you in her chamber.
Fr. Jhon. Guide mee too't, Nay, quickly guerle:—how I allredy surfett In this nights expectation!
Mayde. Staye you heare In this withdraweinge roome, I'l fetch a light For safeguard of your shinnes.
Denis. Shee might have sayde For safeguard of his necke.
Mayde. My sceane's doone; The next act lyes amongst them. [Exit.[114]
Fr. Jhon. My part dothe but beginne nowe and I'l act it
In exquisite cleane linnen; and this capp
Proffred of purpose, least I should smell fryar.
What differ wee i'th darke, save our shaven crowne,
From gentlemen, nay Lords? nature hath araied us
As well as the best layemen: why should lawe
Restreyne from us what is allowed to them?
Lett it curbe fooles and idiots, such as throughe folly
Will not, or nycenes dare not, tast what's sweete,
Alyke made for all pallats.
Lord Av. Howe the slave Insults in his damnation! cease the wretch, I can indure no lonnger.
Fr. Jhon. Such as ban Proffred delights may, if they please, refuse; What's borne with mee I will make bold to use.
Lord Av. And I what thou weart borne too, that's a halter.
Pull without feare or mercy, strangle him
With all his sinnes about him; t'were not else
A revendge worthe my fury.