Part 11

Pyr. But, if D'Ambois carrie it cleane? Exeunt Ladies.

Bar. True, when he curvets in the blanquet.

Pyr. I, marrie, sir.

L'An. Sfoot, see how he stares on's.

Bar. Lord blesse us, let's away. 215

Buss. Now, sir, take your full view: who does the object please ye?

Bar. If you aske my opinion, sir, I think your suit sits as well as if't had beene made for you. 220

Buss. So, sir, and was that the subject of your ridiculous joylity?

L'An. What's that to you, sir?

Buss. Sir, I have observ'd all your fleerings; and resolve your selves yee shall give a strickt 225 account for't.

Enter Brisac, Melynell.

Bar. O miraculous jealousie! Doe you think your selfe such a singular subject for laughter that none can fall into the matter of our merriment but you? 230

L'An. This jealousie of yours, sir, confesses some close defect in your selfe that wee never dream'd of.

Pyr. Wee held discourse of a perfum'd asse, that being disguis'd in a lions case imagin'd 235 himself a lion: I hope that toucht not you.

Buss. So, sir? Your descants doe marvellous well fit this ground; we shall meet where your buffonly laughters will cost ye the best blood in your bodies. 240

Bar. For lifes sake, let's be gone; hee'll kill's outright else.

Buss. Goe, at your pleasures; Ile be your ghost to haunt you; and yee sleepe an't, hang me. 245

L'An. Goe, goe, sir; court your mistresse.

Pyr. And be advis'd; we shall have odds against you.

Buss. Tush, valour stands not in number: Ile maintaine it that one man may beat three boyes. 250

Brisac. Nay, you shall have no ods of him in number, sir; hee's a gentleman as good as the proudest of you, and yee shall not wrong him.

Bar. Not, sir?

Melynell. Not, sir; though he be not so rich, 255 hee's a better man than the best of you; and I will not endure it.

L'An. Not you, sir?

Bris. No, sir, nor I.

Buss. I should thank you for this kindnesse, 260 if I thought these perfum'd musk-cats (being out of this priviledge) durst but once mew at us.

Bar. Does your confident spirit doubt that, sir? Follow us and try.

L'An. Come, sir, wee'll lead you a dance. 265 Exeunt.