Leo. I am as my betters are, then.
Wife. How came you by such impudence a-late, minion?
You're not content to entertain your playfellow
In your own chamber closely, which I think
Is large allowance for a lady's woman;
There's many a good man's daughter is in service,
And cannot get such favour of her mistress,
But what she has by stealth; she and the chambermaid
Are glad of one between them, and must you
Give such bold freedom to your long-nos'd fellow,
That every room must take a taste of him?
Leo. Does that offend your ladyship?
Wife. How think you, forsooth?
Leo. Then he shall do't again.
Wife. What?
Leo. And again, madam:
So often, till it please your ladyship;
And when you like it, he shall do't no more.
Wife. What's this?
Leo. I know no difference, virtuous madam,
But in love all have privilege alike.
Wife. You're a bold quean.