Proudly. My horse, lackey! is my sister Honour above?
Sel. I think her ladyship, my lord, is not well, and keeps her chamber.
Proudly. All's one, I must see her: have the other ladies dined?
Grace. I think not, my lord.
Proudly. Then I'll take a pipe of tobacco here in your shop, if it be not offensive. I would be loth to be thought to come just at dinner-time. [To his servant] Garçon! fill, sirrah.
Enter Page, with a pipe of tobacco.
What said the goldsmith for the money?
[Seldom, having fetched a candle, walks off at the other end of the shop. Lord Proudly sits by his wife.
Page. He said, my lord, he would lend no man money that he durst not arrest.