TOMASO

It is not worth it Sir. A what? Suppose this granted: yet why this a Leaguer? I think not any. By this light, and the most curious. Lock up the box, and keep the key; there's the full sum. Was there such a time? These are Asses so tedious— Let it not touch confusion of the State, Treason, and Murder: whatsoever it be, Command my will and sufferance. Correma's daughter? Knew you her husband? Yes he's a Physician: and beside, What else report speaks of him. Is there no device to compass her? Will this do? Then none. Why this is the shallowest, indirectest course to win a woe man that ever was composed, in my opinion. Why, hope you to gain her thus with a mad fit: mark the event, this is a course as wide: Are you so simple to imagine, she a timorous woman, will endure your pre sense, seeming possessed? for shame believe it not, invent some other means. This were a way to scare her, and to make her shun you. Do, do; this is the grossest: fie Vallentius: And I Tomaso. But can you act the madman bravely? Can you do't? When put we this in practice? Sister, if it be true, as so the rumour goes, you have played false, and wronged your dearest friend: you are not worthy such another man, you sole Queen of Africa; had you to live as many ample years as our first father's, or their ages thrice: you might spend all those tedious houses twice told, ere you find a Mate so worthy, were you equivalent, in birth and beauty, and had no parallel: Neptune's gems to boot, you want worth and excellency both, to weigh down his demerit; Virtue and Honour stamped him for their own, at his first being, and the Graces strove to increase his pleni tude. More perfection then he has, he needs not, where ere he's betook. Alas, alas. Who hinders him? Is this true sirrah? Pray heaven he be not taken with nibbing. Faith it's the course, most of the corke-headed Can dle-snuffes walk in these latter days, late at nights. Marry the better for your entertainment; thanks, sir. Some small trifle Stultissimo, the Reckoning is thought to be. Here's to you Signior. You prevented me. What's to pay? How comes that to pass? What should he mean by this? That's impossible? We must redeem him. Heyda, is the wind in that door? We'll take our leaves. Sometime to morrow, if my father send not. Me thinks it's excellent. Would we had more of this: we'll see what will come of all. Hark you Lodwick, are not we partly Bawds? So I say partly. What, hungry still Vallentius, that you cast such a greedy eye that way? The mind gives sometime words unto the tongue, and makes it speak perforce, bear with him Lodwick. Will you dine with me Vallentius? At the old house. This is his walk, and without waiting long you may spy him. This fellow flows with wit. By all exterior seeming? Marked you Arbaces: he hath some drift in hand. You speak my words. Withal, observed you but his speed. My brother. I now behold my fear, when I did hear Arbaces speak of him. Has he recided here since he first fled? Beshrew my blood, I pity his estate. Agreed. This is strange. It was ruthless, fell, and bloody. Cornelia, sister. You Phaeton. Is that your Father Phœbus his Chariot, and will he allow you never a Box to fit in? The skirt of a clean smock's more proper ath' two. With reverence of your age, good sir, You want of that discretion and stayed judgement; Your years and place requires: It is not well, One of your reputation and report, Should so forget your self: to be plain, You lack advice; and this same cavillation, Merely provoked by you. Proclaims a loud your inconsiderate folly. You are not right considerate, Who has undone you sir? 'Tis strangely carried. Oh, blame him not, he has good cause to sighs, Francisco set by him precious: How fare you, Signior? The very Paragon, mirror of the time. Who but she, the wonder of our age. I must leave you. I wonder how he speeds? Defer your visitation till to morrow, or late some time to night: I am yet unfit, this sudden trouble has made me not my self. I pray you pardon me, Yowl have your humour still? But some other time. What said he? What said he? Married to morrow Signior? So near marrying Clariflora, and not acquaint your friend? i'faith I thought Mistress you would have let me understood what had passed. Would he were set down stairs, I never could endure him from the first: Franciscus made me know him. Would the Ass could rid this intruding Copes mate. Drink boys. And a mad night too Bullies: where shall's strike fail? But money grows low, and expenses will fly high. There wants lap. What's your fellows, whose noise are you? Marry and shall. Some Sugar there? Here lacks a couple, we cannot dance it. Strike. You spoil all. I shall rejoice to see him what he was, and Master of that temper he commanded, when he did dare the vaunting Ba jeset for taxing his belief. I am glad to see you once again your self. THink you it so? Oh very good, very good: more Wine here, he's packing, set out his hand. Would, would.