Launce. A notable lubber, as thou reportest him to be.

40 Speed. Why, thou whoreson ass, thou mistakest me.

Launce. Why fool, I meant not thee; I meant thy master.

Speed. I tell thee, my master is become a hot lover.

Launce. Why, I tell thee, I care not though he burn himself[in love. If thou wilt, go] with me to the [alehouse]; 45 if not, thou art an Hebrew, a Jew, and not worth the name of a Christian.

Speed. Why?

Launce. Because thou hast not so much charity in thee as to go to the [ale] with a Christian. Wilt thou go?

II. 5.
50 Speed. At thy service. Exeunt.

[ II. 6 Scene VI.] The same. The Duke’s palace.

[Enter Proteus.]