Host. And still, and still, and still, my boy, I'll serve the good Duke of Norfolk.
Enter Sir Arthur Clare, Harry Clare, and Millicent.[259]
Sir Ralph. Good Sir Arthur Clare!
Clare. What gentleman is that? I know him not.
Sir Rich. 'Tis Master Fabel, sir, a Cambridge scholar,
My son's dear friend.
Clare. Sir, I entreat you know me.
Fab. Command me, sir, I am affected to you
For your Mounchensey's sake.
Clare. Alas! for him,
I not respect whether he sink or swim! [Aside.
A word in private, Sir Ralph Jerningham.
Ray. Methinks your father looketh strangely on me:
Say, love, why are you sad?
Mil. I am not, sweet;
Passion is strong, when woe with woe doth meet.