[Exeunt BOYS.
Enter YOUNG MASTER ARTHUR.
Y. ART. A pretty wench, a passing pretty wench.
A sweeter duck all London cannot yield;
She cast a glance on me as I pass'd by,
Not Helen had so ravishing an eye.
Here is the pedant Sir Aminadab;
I will inquire of him if he can tell
By any circumstance, whose wife she is:
Such fellows commonly have intercourse
Without suspicion, where we are debarr'd.
God save you, gentle Sir Aminadab!
AMIN. Salve tu quoque! would you speak with me?
You are, I take it, and let me not lie,
For, as you know, mentiri non est meum,
Young Master Arthur; quid vis—what will you?
Y. ART. You are a man I much rely upon;
There is a pretty wench dwells in this street
That keeps no shop, nor is not public known:
At the two posts, next turning of the lane,
I saw her from a window looking out;
O, could you tell me how to come acquainted
With that sweet lass, you should command me, sir,
Even to the utmost of my life and power.
AMIN. Dii boni, boni! 'tis my love he means;
But I will keep it from this gentleman,
And so, I hope, make trial of my love. [Aside.]
Y. ART. If I obtain her, thou shalt win thereby
More than at this time I will promise thee.
AMIN. Quando venis aput, I shall have two horns on my caput.
[Aside.]
Y. ART. What, if her husband come and find one there?
AMIN. Nuncquam time, never fear,
She is unmarried, I swear.
But, if I help you to the deed,
Tu vis narrare how you speed.