507Gon. Did my Father strike my Gentleman for chi-

508ding of his Foole?

509Ste. I Madam.

510Gon. By day and night, he wrongs me, euery howre

511He flashes into one grosse crime, or other,

512That sets vs all at ods: Ile not endure it;

513His Knights grow riotous,and himselfe vpbraides vs

514On euery trifle. When he returnes from hunting,

515I will not speake with him, say I am sicke,

516If you come slacke of former seruices,

517You shall do well, the fault of it Ile answer.

518Ste. He's comming Madam, I heare him.

519Gon. Put on what weary negligence you please,

520You and your Fellowes: I'de haue it come to question;

521If he distaste it, let him to my Sister,

522Whose mind and mine I know in that are one,

523Remember what I haue said.

524Ste. Well Madam.

525Gon. And let his Knights haue colder lookes among

526you: what growes of it no matter, aduise your fellowes

527so, Ile write straight to my Sister to hold my course; pre-

528pare for dinner. Exeunt.