Ans. We miss'd you, sir, within.
Vot. I miss'd you more without. Would you had come sooner, sir!
Ans. Why, what's the business I
Vot. You should have seen a fellow,
A common bawdy-house ferret, one Bellarius,
Steal through this room, his whorish barren face
Three quarters muffled: he is somewhere hid
About the house, sir.
Ans. Which way took the villain,
That marriage felon—one that robs the mind
Twenty times worse than any highway-striker,
Speak, which way took he?
Vot. Marry, my lord, I think,—
Let me see, which way wast now? up yon stairs—
Ans. The way to chamb'ring; did not I say still
All thy temptations were too faint and lazy;
Thou didst not play 'em home.
Vot. To tell you true, sir,
I found her yielding, 'ere I left her last,
And wav'ring in her faith.
Ans. Did not I think so?
Vot. That makes me suspect him.