see another dance with my Maistris, disguised, and I my self
in presence. But seeing it was our happs to damnify each
other unwillingly, let us be content with our harms, and lay
the fault where it was, and so become friends.

SIR ROBERT.
Yfaith, I am content with my nights lodging, if you be content
with your hurt.

LUBECK.
Not content that I have it, but content to forget how I came
by it.

SIR ROBERT.
My Lord, here comes Lady Blaunch, lets away.

[Enter Blaunch.]

LUBECK.
With good will. Lady, you will stay?

[Exit Lubeck and Sir Robert.]

MARIANA.
Madam--

BLAUNCH.
Mariana, as I am grieved with thy presence: so am I not
offended for thy absence; and were it not a breach to modesty,
thou shouldest know before I left thee.