_Clor._ Sir, we must intreat you To think your self more welcom, and be merry, 'Tis pity a fair man of your proportion Should have a soul of sorrow.
_Jac._ Very well; Pray Gentlewoman what would you have me say?
_Jac._ Not so well as you That talk continually.
_Clora._ I thank him, so he has, Fair fall his sweet face for't.
_Jac._ Let my face Alone, I would wish you, lest I take occasion To bring a worse in question.
_Clora._ Meaning mine? Brother, where was your friend brought up? h'as sure Been a great lover in his youth of pottage, They lye so dull upon his understanding.
_Fab._ No more of that, thou'lt anger him at heart.
_Clo._ Then let him be more manly, for he looks Like a great School-boy that had been blown up Last night at dust-point.
_Fran._ You will never leave Till you be told how rude you are, fye _Clora_. Sir will it please you sit?
_Jac._ Woman be quiet, and be rul'd I would wish you.
_Jac._ You are an asse, I'le tell you more anon, You had better have been hang'd than brought me hither.
_Fab._ You are grown a sullen fool; either be handsom, Or by this light I'le have wenches bait thee; Go to the Gentlewoman, and give her thanks, And hold your head up; what?
_Fra._ Now o' my faith this Gentleman do's nothing But it becomes him rarely; _Clora_, look How well this little anger, if it be one, Shews in his face.
_Fra._ Nay do not blush Sir, o' my troth it does, I would be ever angry to be thus. _Fabritio_, o' my conscience if I ever Do fall in love, as I will not forswear it Till I am something wiser, it must be, I will not say directly with that face, But certainly, such another as that is, And thus dispose my chance to hamper me.
_Fab._ Dost thou hear this, and stand still?
_Jac._ You will prate still; I would you were not women, I would take A new course with ye.
_Jac._ For making me a stone to whet your tongues on.
_Jac._ If you long for kicking, You'r best come kiss me, do not though, I'de wish ye, I'le send my Foot-man to thee, he shall leap thee, And thou wantst horsing: I'le leave ye Ladies.
_Fra._ Beshrew my heart you are unmannerly To offer this unto a Gentleman Of his deserts, that comes so worthily To visit me, I cannot take it well.
_Jac._ I come to visit you, you foolish woman?