Prate. Go to, sirrah, you will be obscene, and then I shall knock you. But to the combat. Methought our side were the most proper men.
Lol. True, and therefore they had the worse fortune: but see, here's the Lord Florio.
Enter Florio.
Flo. Master Orator, it is the king and queen's majesties' pleasure that you presently repair unto the court, touching the drawing out of certain articles for the benefit of both the kingdoms.
Prate. My lord, I will instantly attend their majesties.
Flo. Do, for they expect you seriously. [Exit Florio.
Prate. Wife, you can have my service no longer. Sirrah Precedent, attend you upon your mistress home; and, wife, I would have you to hold your journey directly homeward, and not to imitate princes in their progress; step not out of your way to visit a new gossip, to see a new garden-house, to smell the perfumes of court jerkins, or to handle other tools than may be fit for your modesty. I would not have you to step into the suburbs, and acquaint yourself either with monsters or motions[163], but holding your way directly homeward, show yourself still to be a rare housewife.
Lol. I' faith, i' faith, your black outside will have a yellow lining[164].
Prate. Content thee, wife, it is but my love that gives thee good counsel. But here comes one of my clients.
Enter Drap, a country gentleman.