1. SCENE I. London. A street.
You shall have letters of me presently:
Come, go along with me, good Master Gower.
What's the matter?
Master Gower, shall I entreat you with me to dinner?
I must wait upon my good lord here; I thank you, good Sir John.
Sir John, you loiter here too long, being you are to
take soldiers up in counties as you go.
Will you sup with me, Master Gower?
What foolish master taught you these manners, Sir John?
Master Gower, if they become me not, he was a fool that
taught them me. This is the right fencing grace, my lord; tap for
tap, and so part fair.
Now the Lord lighten thee! thou art a great fool.