_Pan._ Be he rich, or poor; if he will take thee with him, thou maist use thy trade [free] from Constables, and Marshals: who hath been here since I went out? _Jul._ There is a Gentlewoman sent hither by a Lord, she's a piece of dainty stuff my rogue, smooth and soft, as new Sattin; she was never gumm'd yet boy, nor fretted. _Pan._ Where lies she? _Jul._ She lies above, towards the street, not to be spoke with, but by [the] Lord that sent her, or some from him, we have in charge from his servants. _Enter_ Lazarello. _Pan._ Peace, he comes out again upon discovery; up with all your Canvas, hale him in; and when thou hast done, clap him aboard bravely, my valiant Pinnace. _Jul._ Begone, I shall doe reason with him. _Laz._ Are you the special beauty of this house? _Jul._ Sir, you have given it a more special regard by your good language, than these black brows can merit. _Laz._ Lady, you are fair. _Jul._ Fair Sir? I thank ye; all the poor means I have left to be thought grateful, is but a kiss, and ye shall have it Sir. _Laz._ Ye have a very moving lip. _Jul._ Prove it again Sir, it may be your sense was set too high, and so over-wrought it self. _Laz._ 'Tis still the same: how far may ye hold the time to be spent Lady? _Jul._ Four a clock, Sir. _Laz._ I have not eat to day. _Jul._ You will have the better stomach to your supper; in the mean time I'll feed you with delight. _Laz._ 'Tis not so good upon an empty stomach: if it might be without the trouble of your house, I would eat? _Jul._ Sir, we can have a Capon ready. _Laz._ The day? _Jul._ 'Tis Friday, Sir. _Laz._ I do eat little flesh upon these days. _Jul._ Come sweet, ye shall not think on meat; I'll drown it with a better appetite. _Laz._ I feel it work more strangely, I must eat. _Jul._ 'Tis now too late to send; I say ye shall not think on meat: if ye do, by this kiss I'll be angry. _Laz._ I could be far more sprightful, had I eaten, and more lasting. _Jul._ What will you have Sir? name but the Fish, my Maid shall bring it, if it may be got. _Laz._ Methinks your house should not be so unfurnish'd, as not to have some pretty modicum. _Jul._ It is [so] now: but you'd ye stay till supper? _Laz._ Sure I have offended highly, and much, and my [infl]ictions makes it manifest, I will retire henceforth, and keep my chamber, live privately, and dye forgotten. _Jul._ Sir, I must crave your pardon, I had forgot my self; I have a dish of meat within, and it is fish; I think this Dukedom holds not a daintier: 'tis an _Umbranoes_ head. _Laz._ [Lady, this] kiss is yours, and this. _Jul._ Hoe! within there! cover the board, and set the Fish head on it.