Enter Novel.
L. Plau. Which he must not observe. [Aside. Puts letter up.
Nov. Hey, boy, where is thy lady?
Boy. Gone out, sir; but I must beg a word with you. [Gives him a letter, and exit.
Nov. For me? So.—[Puts up the letter.] Servant, servant, my lord; you see the lady knew of your coming, for she is gone out.
L. Plau. Sir, I humbly beseech you not to censure the lady's good breeding: she has reason to use more liberty with me than with any other man.
Nov. How, viscount, how?
L. Plau. Nay, I humbly beseech you, be not in choler; where there is most love, there may be most freedom.
Nov. Nay, then 'tis time to come to an eclaircissement with you, and to tell you, you must think no more of this lady's love.