No painted mistress for your private hours?
You keep no whore, sir?
_Lovel_.

What does he mean?
_John_.

Who for a close embrace, a toy of sin, And amorous praising of your worship's breath, In rosy junction of four melting lips, Can kiss out secrets from you?
_Lovel_.

How strange this passionate behavior shows in you Sure, you think me some weak one.
_John_.

Pray pardon me some fears.
You have now the pledge of a dear father's life.
I am a son--would fain be thought a loving one; You may allow me some fears: do not despise me, If, in a posture foreign to my spirit, And by our well-knit friendship, I conjure you, Touch not Sir Walter's life.