Well. Pox upon your chamber!
I care not for your chamber nor yourself,
More than you care for me.
Bots. 'Sblood! I as little for you.
Well. Why, fare you well.
Bots. Why, fare well. Yet, Welltried,[123] I prythee, stay:
Thou know'st I love thee.
Well. 'Sheart! I love you as well;
But for my spleen or choler, I think I have
As much as you.
Bots. Well, friend,
This is the business you must do for me.
Repair unto the widow, where give out,
To-morrow morn I shall be married:
Invite her to the wedding. I have a trick
To put upon this lord, too, whom I made
My instrument to prefer me.
Well. What shall follow
I will not ask, because I mean[124] to see't.
The jars 'twixt friends still keeps their friendship sweet.
[Exit.
Fee. [waking.] Why, Welltried, you rogue! what's that? a vision?
Bold. Why, how now, my lord? whom do you call rogue? The gentleman you name is my friend. If you were wise, I should be angry.