CASSIO (STEM CASS)

Men in anger may do anything. Do'e find it so by my ears?— And I'll try what you are— And I intend to physic you for't; here's that will allay your heat. You could not but observe it as you walked the streets: you are the only object they gaze at. Who was't you blessed to'ther day with a favour? And yet I've herd her boast it as a special gift from your own hands. And he has charged me, to whisper't about Court, that he has enjoyed her. On my conscience she's virtuous. Where lies it? If the varlets can make good use of his charity. His art privileges him. Is he there? Faith Signior, in my judgement y'have wronged your simile. Not upon his beard I hope. The colour of's copper-nose. The Sex has been always accounted open, yet I near knew a State betrayed that way; some Ladies would be in a pitiful case, if their secrets could be read in their Gentle woman's— This music sure will make him dance antic. Enter Hieronymo from his naked bed. The best i'th Court? Do's your retiredness led you to treason? let's ap prehend him: A quaint poison!— so it was. 'Twas too much you said it, Sir. Then you'll confess, and bring us in as parties. Faith Grutty, this plot was well thought on; I could find in my heart to trust him. My Lord. Charintha? it's done Sir; Fungoso straight intends a visit there. 'Slife he won't challenge him. —How patient I am. This spectacle hath made me one. Now the cur bites. There appeared somewhat more in her, than in a virgin niceness, They are here: — He deflowered fifty virgins in one night, I hope you won't marry so many. There might have been some likelihood of this once, but now you are old. Come let's to a wench then. A mere purgatory! Allow they but Wenches, and will be well enough. How would you do for Subject's then? —Sleep. The Physician has cooled him. The very thought on't has cast him into a cold sweat. To him Doctor. M r Doctor you're sufficiently revenged, this is enough for you to boast on when you come i'th University. Through us. Where tends your business? Married by this: The Prince is fierce and eager in's desires, Impatient of delay. Out of particular respect He stood engaged to repay your merits. The Contents Of that will speak, how much he tenders goodness In every noble breast. It's that you'd be pleased t'accept A life, for which to's Piety you shall owe, Only a fair acknowledgement. Sir, it must needs be eminent in's Lordship, Since exercised upon so noble a subject As your self He's passionately yours. What mean you? This is strange language Sir, my understanding Has not yet arrived at what it means. I shall acquaint him with your humour. Now for fifty virgins. Look he's nodding. My Lord! the City's in a mutiny, The Court in wild distraction. Valenzo plays from the Castle with his Canons, And strikes both parties without distinction: He's now marching up with a well ordered troop, T'is thought he had intelligence of your intents.