LUCIO.
Friar, thou knowest not the Duke so well as I do. He’s a better woodman than thou tak’st him for.
DUKE.
Well, you’ll answer this one day. Fare ye well.
LUCIO.
Nay, tarry, I’ll go along with thee. I can tell thee pretty tales of the Duke.
DUKE.
You have told me too many of him already, sir, if they be true; if not true, none were enough.
LUCIO.
I was once before him for getting a wench with child.
DUKE.
Did you such a thing?
LUCIO.
Yes, marry, did I; but I was fain to forswear it. They would else have married me to the rotten medlar.
DUKE.
Sir, your company is fairer than honest. Rest you well.
LUCIO.
By my troth, I’ll go with thee to the lane’s end. If bawdy talk offend you, we’ll have very little of it. Nay, friar, I am a kind of burr; I shall stick.
[Exeunt.]