What remedy, Trotter?

EM.
Go, Trotter, my father calls.

TROTTER.
Would you have me go in, and leave you two here?

EM.
Why, darest thou not trust me?

TROTTER.
Yes, faith, even as long as I see you.

EM.
Go thy ways, I pray thee heartily.

TROTTER.
That same word (heartily) is of great force. I will go. But
I pray, sir, beware you come not too near the wench.

[Exit Trotter.]

MANVILE.
I am greatly beholding to you.
Ah, Maistres, sometime I might have said, my love,
But time and fortune hath bereaved me of that,
And I, an object in those gratious eyes,
That with remorse earst saw into my grief,
May sit and sigh the sorrows of my heart.