ANS. Mistress, my will is not so soon express'd
Without your special favour, and the promise
Of love and pardon, if I speak amiss.
FUL. O ass! O dunce! O blockhead! that hath left
The plain broad highway and the readiest path,
To travel round about by circumstance:
He might have told his meaning in a word,
And now hath lost his opportunity.
Never was such a truant in love's school;
I am asham'd that e'er I was his tutor.
MRS ART. Sir, you may freely speak, whate'er it be,
So that your speech suiteth with modesty.
FUL. To this now could I answer passing well.
ANS. Mistress, I, pitying that so fair a creature—
FUL. Still fair, and yet I warn'd the contrary.
ANS. Should by a villain be so foully us'd,
As you have been—
FUL. As you have been—ay, that was well put in!
ANS. If time and place were both convenient[9]—
Have made this bold intrusion, to present
My love and service to your sacred self.
FUL. Indifferent, that was not much amiss.