Scene 32.
Where is your Lady?
In her Chamber, Sir.
Pray her to come to me?
Yes Sir.
Lord, Lord! What a creature my Master is become; since he fell into his musing again, he looks like a melancholy Ghost, that walks in the shades of Moon-shine, or if there be no Ghost, such as we fancie, just such a one seems her, when a week since, he was as fine a Gentleman as one should see amongst a thousand.
That was because he kiss'd you, Nan.
Faith it was but a dull clownish part, to meet a Maid that is not ill-favoured, and not make much of her, who perchance have watch'd to meet him, for which he might have clap'd her on the cheek, or have chuck'd her under the chin, or have kiss'd her, but to do or say nothing, but bid me call my Lady, was such a churlish part? Besides, it seemed neither manly, gallantly, nor civilly.
But it shewed him temperate and wise, not minding such frivilous and troublesome creatures as women are.
Prithy, it shews him to be a miserable, proud, dull fool.
Peace, some body will hear you, and then you will be turn'd away.
I care not, for it they will not turn me away, I will turn my self away, and seek another service, for I hate to live in the house with a Stoick.