Enter Throat and Frances.
Throat. Open your case, and I shall soon resolve you.
Fran. But will you do it, truly?
Throat. As I am honest.
Fran. This gentleman, whom I so much affect,
I scarce yet do know; so blind is love
In things which most concerns it. As y' are honest,
Tell me his birth, his state, and farthest hopes.
Throat. He is my friend, and I will speak him truly.
He is by birth son to a foolish knight;
His present state, I think, will be the prison,
And farthest hope, to be bail'd out again
By sale of all your land.
Fran. O me accurs'd!
Has he no credit, lands, and manors?
Throat. That land he has lies in a fair churchyard;
And for his manners, they are so rude and vile,
That scarce an honest man will keep him company.
Fran. I am abus'd, cosen'd, and deceived.