The doer thereof, because he was the original cause of the
disorder at that inconvenient time, was presently committed,
and is this morning sent for to answer the matter. And I
think here he comes.
[Here enters Sir Robert of Windsor with a Gaylor.]
What, Sir Robert of Windsor, how now?
SIR ROBERT.
Yfaith, my Lord, a prisoner: but what ails your arm?
LUBECK.
Hurt the last night by mischance.
SIR ROBERT.
What, not in the mask at the Court gate?
LUBECK.
Yes, trust me, there.
SIR ROBERT.
Why then, my Lord, I thank you for my nights lodging.
LUBECK.
And I you for my hurt, if it were so. Keeper, away, I
discharge you of your prisoner.
[Exit the Keeper.]
SIR ROBERT.
Lord Marques, you offered me disgrace to shoulder me.
LUBECK.
Sir, I knew you not, and therefore you must pardon me, and
the rather it might be alleged to me of mere simplicity to
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.
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