FATHER.
I do, sir.
LANCELOT.
Is he within, my good fellow?
FATHER.
No, sir, he is not within.
LANCELOT.
I prithee, if he be within, let my speak with him.
FATHER. Sir, to tell you true, my master is within, but indeed would not be spoke withal: there be some terms that stands upon his reputation, therefore he will not admit any conference till he hath shook them off.
LANCELOT.
I prithee tell him his very good friend, Sir Lancelot
Spurcock, entreats to speak with him.
FATHER. By my troth, sir, if you come to take up the matter between my master and the Devonshire man, you do not but beguile your hopes, and lose your labour.
LANCELOT. Honest friend, I have not any such thing to him; I come to speak with him about other matters.
FATHER. For my master, sir, hath set down his resolution, either to redeem his honour, or leave his life behind him.
LANCELOT. My friend, I do not know any quarrel touching thy master or any other person: my business is of a different nature to him, and I prithee so tell him.