ROB. Better and better still. [Aside.
LADY F. Indeed he is, what nobody can deny,
All lovely, beauty all, all majesty.
ROB. I'll tell his excellence what you report;
No doubt he will be very thankful for't.
LADY F. Nay, hear you, young lord! [for] God's pity, stay.
ROB. What, have you more in Richard's praise to say?
LADY F. I have said too much, if you misconstrue me.
Duty bids praise him, not unchastity.
ROB. Unchastity? holy heavens forfend it,
That he or I, or you should once intend it!
SCENE THE NINTH.
Enter BLOCK and RICHARD.
BLO. They are there, sir, close at it, I leave you, sir; the more room the less company.