Dap. I cannot in honour but betray him. Let me perish! the poor young wench is taken with my person, and would scratch through four walls to come to me.
Vin. 'Tis a sign she is kept up close indeed.
Dap. Betray him! I'll not be traitor to love for any man.
Enter Sir Simon Addleplot with the Waiter.
Sir Sim. Know 'em! you are a saucy Jack-straw to question me, faith and troth; I know everybody, and everybody knows me.
All. Sir Simon! Sir Simon! Sir Simon!
Ran. And you are a welcome man to everybody.
Sir Sim. Now, son of a whore, do I know the gentlemen?—A dog! would have had a shilling of me before he would let me come to you!
Ran. The rogue has been bred at Court, sure.—Get you out, sirrah. [Exit Waiter.