WEATHERCOCK.
And welcome heartily; farewell.
[Exit Weathercock.]
LANCELOT.
Sirrah, I saw my daughter's wrong, and withal her
bracelet on your arm: off with it, and with it my
livery too. have I care to see my daughter matched
with men of worship, and are you grown so bold? Go,
sirrah, from my house, or I'll whip you hence.
DAFFODIL.
I'll not be whipped, sir, there's your livery.
This is a servingman's reward: what care I?
I have means to trust to: I scorn service, I.
[Exit Daffodil.]
LANCELOT.
Aye, a lusty knave, but I must let him go,
Our servants must be taught what they should know.
[Exit.]
SCENE III. The same.
[Enter Sir Arthur and Lucy.]
LUCY.
Sir, as I am a maid, I do affect
You above any suitor that I have,
Although that soldiers scarce knows how to love.
ARTHUR.
I am a soldier, and a gentleman,
Knows what belongs to war, what to a lady:
What man offends me, that my sword shall right:
What woman loves me, I am her faithful knight.
LUCY.
I neither doubt your valour, nor your love,
But there be some that bares a soldier's form,
That swears by him they never think upon,
Goes swaggering up and down from house to house,
Crying God peace: and--
ARTHUR.
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