Luc. Nay tarrie, Ile go along with thee,
I can tel thee pretty tales of the Duke
Duke. You haue told me too many of him already sir
if they be true: if not true, none were enough
Lucio. I was once before him for getting a Wench
with childe
Duke. Did you such a thing?
Luc. Yes marrie did I; but I was faine to forswear it,
They would else haue married me to the rotten Medler
Duke. Sir your company is fairer then honest, rest you
well
Lucio. By my troth Ile go with thee to the lanes end:
if baudy talke offend you, wee'l haue very litle of it: nay
Friar, I am a kind of Burre, I shal sticke.
Exeunt.
Scena Quarta.
Enter Angelo & Escalus.