Bian. ’Tis time to leave off dalliance; ’tis a doctrine
Of your own teaching, if you be remember’d,
And I was bound to obey it.
Moth. (Aside.) Here’s one fits him;
This was well catch’d i’ faith, son, like a fellow
That rids another country of a plague,
And brings it home with him to his own house.
[A Messenger from the Duke knocks within.
Who knocks?
Lean. Who’s there now? Withdraw you, Bianca;