Mar.
The Gods forbid else.

Wid.
So now they come:
That is Antonio, the Duke's eldest son;
That Escalus.

Hel.
Which is the Frenchman?

Dia.
He;
That with the plume; 'tis a most gallant fellow,
I would he lov'd his wife: if he were honester
He were much goodlier. Is't not a handsome gentleman?

Hel.
I like him well.

Dia.
'Tis pity he is not honest: yond's that same knave
That leads him to these places; were I his lady,
I'd poison that vile rascal.

Hel.
Which is he?

Dia.
That jack-an-apes with scarfs. Why is he melancholy?

Hel.
Perchance he's hurt i' th' battel.

Par.
Lose our drum! well.

Mar.
He's shrewdly vex'd at something. Look he has spied us.

Wid.
Marry, hang you. [Exeunt Ber. Par. &c.

Mar.
And your curtesie, for a ring-carrier.

Wid.
The troop is past: come pilgrim, I will bring you
Where you shall host: of injoyn'd penitents
There's four or five, to great St. Jaques bound,
Already at my house.

Hel.
I humbly thank you:
Please it this matron, and this gentle maid
To eat with us to-night, the charge and thanking
Shall be for me; and to requite you further,
I will bestow some precepts on this virgin
Worthy the note.

Both.
We'll take your offer kindly. [Exeunt.

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