Bout. Not spoke to? I must speak with her.
Adri. Must you?
Come you with authority, or do you come
To sue her with a warrant, that you must speak with her?
Bout. I would entreat it.
Adri. O, you would entreat it?
May not I serve your turn? may not I unfold
Your secrets to my mistress? Love is your suit?
Bout. It is, fair creature.
Adri. And why did you fall off,
When you perceived my mistress was so coming?[364]
D' you think she is still the same?
Bout. I do.
Adri. Why so!
I took you for a novice: and I must think
You know not yet the inwards of a woman.
Do you not know that women are like fish,
Which must be struck, when they are prone to bite,
Or all your labour's lost? But, sir, walk here;
And I'll inform my mistress your desires. [Exit.
Con. Master.
Bout. Boy.