Mistress Frankford. O Master Frankford, Master Wendoll here Brings you the strangest news that e’er you heard. Frankford. What news, sweet wife? What news, good Master Wendoll? Wendoll. You knew the match made ’twixt Sir Francis Acton And Sir Charles Mountford. Frankford. True, with their hounds and hawks. Wendoll. The matches were both played. Frankford. Ha! and which won? Wendoll. Sir Francis, your wife’s brother, had the worst, And lost the wager. Frankford. Why, the worse his chance: Perhaps the fortune of some other day Will change his luck. Mistress Frankford. Oh, but you hear not all. Sir Francis lost, and yet was loth to yield: At length the two knights grew to difference, From words to blows, and so to banding sides; Where valorous Sir Charles slew in his spleen Two of your brother’s men; his falconer, And his good huntsman, whom he loved so well: More men were wounded, no more slain outright. Frankford. Now, trust me, I am sorry for the knight; But is my brother safe? Wendoll. All whole and sound, His body not being blemished with one wound: But poor Sir Charles is to the prison led, To answer at the assize for them that’s dead. Frankford. I thank your pains, sir; had the news been better Your will was to have brought it, Master Wendoll. Sir Charles will find hard friends; his case is heinous, And will be most severely censured on[1.16]: I’m sorry for him. Sir, a word with you; I know you, sir, to be a gentleman In all things; your possibilities but mean: Please you to use my table and my purse, They are yours. Wendoll. O Lord, sir, I shall never deserve it. Frankford. O sir, disparage not your worth too much: You are full of quality and fair desert: Choose of my men which shall attend on you, And he is yours. I will allow you, sir, Your man, your gelding, and your table, all At my own charge; be my companion. Wendoll. Master Frankford, I have oft been bound to you By many favours; this exceeds them all, That I shall never merit your least favour: But, when your last remembrance I forget, Heaven at my soul exact that weighty debt! Frankford. There needs no protestation; for I know you Virtuous, and therefore grateful. Prythee, Nan, Use him with all thy loving’st courtesy. Mistress Frankford. As far as modesty may well extend, It is my duty to receive your friend. Frankford. To dinner, come, sir; from this present day, Welcome to me for ever: come, away. [_Exeunt_ Frankford, Mistress Frankford, _and_ Wendoll. Nicholas. I do not like this fellow by no means: I never see him but my heart still yearns: Zounds! I could fight with him, yet know not why: The devil and he are all one in my eye. _Enter_ Jenkin. Jenkin. O Nick, what gentleman is that comes to lie at our house? my master allows him one to wait on him, and I believe it will fall to thy lot.