FUNGOSO (STEM FUNG)

O! o! o! A More! a devil! a mere devil! his very looks spoke him so, but for his clubfoot, his damnable clubfoot, (Ass that I was not to see it, I'm sure I feel it now,) it's and infallible sign: This damned Devil did I bring to Court, and preferred him; but I'm served well enough, he that doe's the Devil a good turn shall be sure to be thus rewarded. If I should chance to die a sinner (as it's ten to one but I shall,) he'll know me again, for I shall carry his marks to my grave: because my Lord Ʋ rsini was pleased to exchange some few words with him in private, he grew so insolent, that I going to strike him (in passion, in choler I confess) he falls a kick king me in'th open Court. And looks, as if he would, have spet fire; but had I not known him to be a devil indeed, I'de spet fire with him. I won't be jeered. Dropped it, dropped it, but to was not worth the taking up. In my judgement, (since your Lordship is pleased to make use of my judgement,) which indeed (my good Lord) is very small. Truth (my Lord) is precious; but I say in that little judgement I have: (judgement, (since your Lordship was pleased to term it so) but that's all one,) in my mind they're mightily taken; — A passion (my good Lord,) which the learned call grief. Yes my Lord. Any thing.— There,—take it I say; Would! What are these? Praesto, be gone; they are vam nish't: men of office these, — and must be rewarded. — Madame— Anything? with your leave Sir, And you're a fool, and and ass.— Gentlemen, you know I'm passionate, choleric, somewhat choleric. It has pleased his Majesty to take some small notice of me. Of me? In troth I did not think— I give a favour? I slip't a point indeed in a Countesses chamber. Indeed I flung it somewhat scornfully, because she was very importunate; troth I was angry, she would have none but that. What good Grutti? By my best Hope's in love with me, is she not? Prithee who is't? The Lady Charintha; what should I do with her? she's honest, the only precise Madame of the Court. O! I understand you, she's his Lordship's reversion. I'll to her presently. Good Lady weep not, for if you continue These tears, my eyes will drop. Lady, I say weep not. Grief always follows love; if grief follow love, love go's before, ergo, they're in love. 'Slife the Lady's rampant: (aside.) soft and fair, two words to a bargain, now will I seem to neglect her, and she'll straight court me. Not with love, sweet Lady; I can hold discourse with your Ladyship, under the lose of my little wits. La you now, you would make me angry; pretty piece of ingenuity; you understand me, was his Lordship whole some? My Lord, I praise not my self, yet I can prove by this that they are in love. Even what your Lordship pleases. What do'e take me for? a foot-post. Go, you're a — A merrily disposed Lady: but faith, what do you think sweet, I have a grant of his Lordship's reversion. (My good Lord) I do suppose. — But pimp, it will contaminate.— Nay then I will not bring her; slid, shall bring her? shall bring her? O! o! I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead.