my lord.

SUMNER.
May I send to him then?

HARPOOLE.
I'll tell thee that, when I know thy errand.

SUMNER.
I will not tell my errand to thee.

HARPOOLE.
Then keep it to thy self, and walk like a knave as thou
camest.

SUMNER.
I tell thee, my lord keeps no knaves, sirra.

HARPOOLE.
Then thou servest him not, I believe: what lord is thy
master?

SUMNER
My lord of Rochester.

HARPOOLE.
In good time! And what wouldst thou have with my
lord Cobham?

SUMNER.