Strange. As true a rogue as thyself. Thou wrong'st me. Send your man away: go to, I have strange and welcome business to impart. The merchant is dead for shame: let's walk into the fields: send away your man.
Capt. Pouts. How?
Strange. Here is a letter from the lusty Kate,
That tells you all: I must not give it you,
But upon some conditions. Let us walk,
And send away your man.
Capt. Pouts. Go, sirrah, and bespeak supper at the Bear, and provide oars: I'll see Gravesend to-night.
[Exit Servant.
Strange. The gentlewoman will run mad after you then. I'll tell you more: let's walk.
[Exeunt.
ACT IV., SCENE I.
Enter Scudmore and Nevill.
I see great'st spirits[43] can serve to their own ends.
Were you the seeming servingman that pass'd by?
Scud. By my sad heart, I was; and not a tittle
Of my relation to thee wrong or feign'd.