_Enter_ Clodio, _and_ Guard.

_Clod_. Now is this tye dispatch'd?

_Char_. I think it be Sir.

_Clod_. And my bed ready?

_Char_. There you may quickly find Sir,
Such a loath'd preparation.

_Clod_. Never grumble,
Nor fling a discontent upon my pleasure,
It must and shall be done: give me some wine,
And fill it till it leap upon my lips: [_wine_
Here's to the foolish maidenhead you wot of,
The toy I must take pains for.

_Char_. I beseech your Lordship
Load not a Fathers love.

_Clod_. Pledge it _Charino_,
Or by my life I'le make thee pledge thy last,
And be sure she be a maid, a perfect Virgin,
(I will not have my expectation dull'd)
Or your old pate goes off. I am hot and fiery,
And my bloud beats alarms through my body,
And fancie high. You of my guard retire,
And let me hear no noise about the lodging