_Abig_. The tenderness of his years keeps him as yet in ignorance, he's a
well moulded fellow, and I wonder his bloud should stir no higher; but
'tis his want of company: I must grow nearer to him.
_Enter_ Elder Loveless _disguised._
_Elder Lo_. God save you both.
_Abig_. And pardon you Sir; this is somewhat rude, how came you hither?
_Elder Lo_. Why through the doors, they are open.
_Wel_. What are you? And what business have you here?
_Elder Lo_. More I believe than you have.
_Abig_. Who would this fellow speak with? Art thou sober?
_Elder Lo_. Yes, I come not here to sleep.
_Wel_. Prethee what art thou?
_Elder Lo_. As much (gay man) as thou art, I am a Gentleman.
_Wel_. Art thou no more?
_Elder Lo_. Yes more than thou dar'st be; a Souldier.
_Abig_. Thou dost not come to quarrel?
_Elder Lo_. No, not with women; I come to speak here with a Gentlewoman.
_Abig_. Why, I am one.
_Elder Lo_. But not with one so gentle.
_Wel_. This is a fine fellow.
_Elder Lo_. Sir, I am not fine yet. I am but new come over, direct me with
your ticket to your Taylor, and then I shall be fine Sir. Lady if there be
a better of your Sex within this house, say I would see her.
_Abig_. Why am not I good enough for you Sir?
_Elder Lo_.
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