L. F.

Well, Sir John, and now you have brought me thus far; when shall I be introduced to his majesty?

Fal.

I brought thee! my fair queen of Sheba! it was thy love that brought thee hither; thy love for the king, whose pretty sweet face thou hadst never seen. In troth I shall be jealous of thee, lady spouse.

L. F.

You should have said curiosity, Sir John.

Fal.

O, it is the same, in effect; love or curiosity will carry a woman without tiring to the world's end.

L. F.

Ay, my leman, but it is not the same thing, for all that.

Fal.

Well, I will not dispute with thee about words. Thou shalt talk thy own way, if thou wilt act mine.

L. F.

Why, Sir John, I'm sure my talk cannot offend. I am no rattle.

Fal.

A cherry-clack in a high wind: that's all.

L. F.

Go, go, Sir John, you are curst to day. I will leave ye: but mind I insist on our seeing his majesty, before he goes to France: and they tell me the troops are almost all embark'd.

Fal.

Where goest thou, my pigsneye?

L. F.

To my maids, to be sure.

Fal.

Ay, where thou mayst call names like a parrot, and chatter like a magpie. I will to my brother traitors, and see how mischief goes forward in the brewing.