Why, you oppress me with wonder! A woman, and a barber, and love no noise!

CLE. Yes, faith. The fellow trims him silently, and has not the knack with his shears, or his fingers: and that continence in a barber he thinks so eminent a virtue, as it has made him chief of his counsel.

TRU. Is the barber to be seen? Or the wench?

CLE. Yes, that they are.

TRU. I pray thee, Dauphine, let's go thither.

DAU. I have some business now: I cannot i' faith.

TRU. You shall have no business shall make you neglect this, sir, we'll make her talk, believe it; or if she will not, we can give out, at least so much as shall interrupt the treaty: we will break it. Thou art bound in conscience, when he suspects thee without cause, to torment him.

DAU. Not I, by any means. I'll give no suffrage to't. He shall never ha' that plea against me, that I opposed the least fancy of his. Let it lie upon my stars to be guilty, I'll be innocent.

TRU. Yes, and be poor, and beg; do, innocent: when some groom of his has got him an heir, or this barber, if he himself cannot. Innocent! I pray thee, Ned, where lies she? Let him be innocent, still.

CLE. Why, right over against the barber's; in the house, where Sir John Daw lies.

TRU. You do not mean to confound me!

CLE. Why?

TRU. Does he, that would marry her, know so much?

CLE. I cannot tell.

TRU. 'Twere enough of imputation to her, with him.

CLE. Why?

TRU. The only talking sir i' the town! Jack Daw! And he teach her not to speak – God b'w'you. I have some business too.

CLE. Will you not go thither then?

TRU. Not with the danger to meet Daw, for mine ears.

CLE. Why? I thought you two had been upon very good terms.

TRU. Yes, of keeping distance.

CLE. They say he is a very good scholar.

TRU. Aye, and he says it first.