P. Ser. Indeed, your lordship's conquest would have seemed the greater.
Y. Lord W. Foot, as I am a lord, it angers me to the guts, that nobody hath been about her.
P. Ser. For anything I know, your lordship may go without her.
Y. Lord W. An' I could have enjoyed her to some pale-faced lover's distraction, or been envied for my happiness, it had been somewhat.
Enter Rebecca, Hog's daughter.
But see where she comes! I knew she had not power enough to stay another sending for. O lords! what are we? our names enforce beauty to fly, being sent for. [Aside.] Morrow, pretty Beck: how dost?
Reb. I rather should enquire your lordship's health, seeing you up at such an early hour. Was it the toothache, or else fleas disturbed you?
Y. Lord W. Do you think I am subject to such common infirmities? Nay, were I diseased, I'd scorn but to be diseased like a lord, i' faith. But I can tell you news, your fellow virgin-hole player,[378] my sister, is stolen away to-night.
Reb. In truth. I am glad on't; she is now free from the jealous eye of a father. Do not ye suspect, my lord, who it should be that has carried her away?