Sir Sim. Faith and troth, I do not rally, I deal freely.
L. Flip. This is the time and place for freedom, sir.
Sir Sim. Are you handsome?
L. Flip. Joan's as good as my lady in the dark, certainly: but men that deal freely never ask questions, certainly.
Sir Sim. How then! I thought to deal freely, and put a woman to the question, had been all one.
L. Flip. But, let me tell you, those that deal freely indeed, take a woman by—
Sir Sim. What, what, what, what?
L. Flip. By the hand—and lead her aside.
Sir Sim. Now I understand you; come along then.
Enter behind Musicians with torches.