LENTULO.
Troth, then, we are friends: say nothing, I pray,
And you shall see me prove a rank runaway.
Why, when a man may be a courtier, and live at ease,
Should a' not leave his old master to please?
Sirrah blind gentleman, we two blind gentlemen, and [you] do
as thou promis'd here,
Perhaps I may be as good to thee as two pots of beer.
I'll go with thee, i'faith; gaw, let's be gone.
PENULO.
Soft; tarry a while: I'll go with thee anon.
Enter ARMENIO.
ARMENIO.
How thinkest thou, Penulo, am I not provided now?
LENTULO.
I warrant, sir, a' shall have a cold pull of you,
And a' begin to make another brawl.
ARMENIO.
Farewell, when thou wilt; I trust I shall
Meet with him: am I not almost at the tree?
PENULO.
That same is it, sir.
LENTULO.
Sirrah, what's he?
PENULO.
What car'st thou I come, go thou with me.
Why, I shall have but an ill-favoured courtier of ye.
LENTULO.
Now, for a runaway, God send us good chance.
Then, maids, at your marriage I mean me to dance.
[Exit.