C. Fred. Good morrow, and good welcome, Captain Pouts.
Capt. Pouts. Good morning to your honour, and all joy
Spring from this match, and the first year a boy!
I commanded[17] these two verses o' purpose to salute your honour.
C. Fred. But how haps it, Captain, that your intended marriage with my father-in-law's third daughter is not solemnised to-day?
Pen. My lord tells you true, Captain; it would have saved meat.
Capt. Pouts. Faith, I know not. Mistress Kate likes me not; she says I speak as if I had pudding in my mouth, and I answered her, if I had, it was a white pudding,[18] and then I was the better armed for a woman; for I had a case about me. So one laughed, and the other cried fie: the third said I was a bawdy captain; and there was all I could get of them.
C. Fred. See, boy, if they be up yet: maids are long liers, I perceive.
Boy. How if they will not admit me, my lord.
C. Fred. Why, should they not admit you, my lord, you cannot commit with 'em, my lord.
Boy. Marry, therefore, my lord.
[Exit Boy.
C. Fred. But what should be the reason of her so sudden alteration? she listened to thee once, ha?