LENTULO. Wheresoever it is, I must seek out this gear, I'll not lose my wager, that's certain. Very well, sir; will you put me to pain?
PENULO. Have I never a weapon?--I'll look--I pray thee, be content.
LENTULO. You shall have your wager, sir, as it was meant.
PENULO. Hold thy hands, good fellow: I'll do anything for thee. I perceive a wise man of a fool overtaken may be.
LENTULO. Thou blind gentleman! unless it be for my commodiosity, I'll teach thee to be blind, and go so bravely.
PENULO. I'll do anything for thee, if thou strike me no more, Because I perceive thou art almost as poor As myself am, and yet there is somewhat in thee: I'll prefer thee to a service in the Court presently.
LENTULO. Wilt thou do so, indeed? Swear to me by thy ten commandments in thy creed.
LENTULO. Troth, then, we are friends: say nothing, I pray, And you shall see me prove a rank runaway. Why, when a man may be a courtier, and live at ease, Should a' not leave his old master to please? Sirrah blind gentleman, we two blind gentlemen, and [you] do as thou promis'd here, Perhaps I may be as good to thee as two pots of beer. I'll go with thee, i'faith; gaw, let's be gone.
PENULO. Soft; tarry a while: I'll go with thee anon.
ARMENIO. How thinkest thou, Penulo, am I not provided now?
LENTULO. I warrant, sir, a' shall have a cold pull of you, And a' begin to make another brawl.
ARMENIO. Farewell, when thou wilt; I trust I shall Meet with him: am I not almost at the tree?
PENULO. What car'st thou I come, go thou with me. Why, I shall have but an ill-favoured courtier of ye.
LENTULO. Now, for a runaway, God send us good chance. Then, maids, at your marriage I mean me to dance. [_Exit_.
ARMENIO. Now serves the time to wreak me of my foe-- My bastard foe--that to dishonour me In privy corners seeks to shame me so, That my discredit might his credit be. And hath my father from his tender youth Vouchsaf'd to bring thee up? did I therefore Believe so earnestly thy perjur'd truth, Advancing still thine honour evermore, That, not contented with a common wrack, Thou shouldst intend the ruin of us all; And when thou seemd'st afraid to turn thy back, To make a glory of our greater fall? Before thou triumph in thy treachery, Before thou 'scape untouched for thy sin, Let never Fates nor Fortune favour me, But wretched let me live and die therein. Few words shall serve, my deeds shall prove it now That, ere I sleep, I mean to meet with you. [_Exit_. _Enter_ FIDELIA.