_Hem._ That you be secret: and come single.

_Gos._ I will.

_Hem._ As you are the Gentleman you would be thought.

_Gos._ Without the Conjuration: and I'le bring
Only my sword, which I will fit to yours,
I'le take his length within.

_Hem._ Your place now Sir?

_Gos._ By the Sand-hills.

_Hem._ Sir, nearer to the woods,
If you thought so, were fitter.

_Gos._ There, then.

_Hem._ Good.
Your time?

_Gos._ 'Twixt seven and eight.

_Hem._ You'l give me Sir
Cause to report you worthy of my Niece,
If you come, like your promise.

_Gos._ If I do not,
Let no man think to call me unworthy first,