_Young Lo._ He shall Sir.
_Mor._ Shall we goe noble Knight? I would fain be acquainted.
_Young Lo._ I'le be your Servant Sir. [_Exeunt._
_Enter_ Elder Loveless, _and_ Lady.
_Elder Lo._ Faith my sweet Lady, I have caught you now, maugre your
subtilties, and fine devices, be coy again now.
_Lady._ Prethee sweet-heart tell true.
_Elder Lo._ By this light, by all the pleasures I have had this night, by
your lost maidenhead, you are cozened meerly. I have cast beyond your wit.
That Gentleman is your retainer _Welford_.
_Lady._ It cannot be so.
_Elder Lo._ Your Sister has found it so, or I mistake, mark how she
blushes when you see her next. Ha, ha, ha, I shall not travel now, ha, ha,
ha.
_Lady._ Prethee sweet heart be quiet, thou hast angred me at heart.
_Elder Lo._ I'le please you soon again.
_La._ Welford?
_Elder Lo._ I _Welford_, hee's a young handsome fellow, well bred and
landed, your Sister can instruct you in his good parts, better than I by
this time.
_Lady._ Uds foot am I fetcht over thus?
_Elder Lo._ Yes i'faith.
And over shall be fetcht again, never fear it.
_Lady._ I must be patient, though it torture me:
You have got the Sun Sir.
_Elder Lo._ And the Moon too, in which I'le be the man.
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