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I warrant you for my partly. And mine, it smells of honour. Well, well, I hope it's but it. Will the pox lie in cloth ? I can not tell , I find some alteration in my body Sinbe I shifted. Sir, you have satisfied me. Mr. Hornet? Let me have the honour to present him. You were best prepare, Your clothes will be here presently, the King Will send for you before you be ready; Cast Your old skin off: Do you not to sheets And trouble, wrap your selves a night i'th blankets? Or are they ashamed to show the Linings? Well said, now they are come; Be nimble now, and help to fit S r . Gyles. Who's there? How M r . Constable? you are one your self. You shall be close enough. O, Master Playfare. What fellow's this? who waits? Do you make aste, his Grace Will have you new thatched; you must have clothes Fitting your State and honourable title. Yes, sir. Exeunt Flourish. You may be worser sparate When it's on, and burn your body with it, sir, And I have they. The Hangman will not have them, and I fear , They will corrupt a well; in-faith give them stable room. Do not yet say he's ready, The Barber has a duty to dispatch, He will be hours a rubbing, washing, powdering. Then I'll attend him to his Presence. The Barber, sir, attends in the next room. He fears his throat. Talk not you of charge, You have but yet your welcome: do not you Think, good sir Gyles, but we can shave you too. Exeunt. Why that's the Bride. Lights for Sir Gyles: One shall attend you home. Nay, you must have they from his Wardrobe, sir, They'll cost you nothing; You'll not look in those, Like a poor Knight of Windsor. Be that time we have done wi'ye.