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Cre. Now, my sweet guardian !-Hark, A word with you.
[Whispers. Troi. Yea, so familiar! Ulyl. She will fing any man at first sight.
Tber. And any man
Dio. Will you remember?
Dio. Nay, but do then;
Dio. Pho! pho! come, tell a pin : You are forsworn.
Cre. In faith, I cannot: What would you have me do ?
Tber. A juggling trick, to be-secretly open.
Cre. I pr’ythee, do not hold me to mine oath
Dio. Good night.
She will fing any man al for fight. )-She is very quick at forming new acquaintances.
ber clif";]-her key, pitch,
Ulyf. You are mov'd, prince ; let us depart, I pray
Troi. Behold, I pray you !
Ulys. Now, good my lord, go off: * You how to great distraction : come, my lord.
Troi. I pr’ythee, stay.
Dio. And so, good night.
Troi. Doth that grieve thee?
Ulys. Why, how now, lord ?
You will break out.
Troi. She strokes his cheek!
Troi. Nay, stay; by Jove, I will not speak a word:
* You flow to great diftra&tion :)-Your pasion will hurry you to the height of madness-defruction will involve you in the extremity of
Ther. How the devil " luxury, with his fat rump, and potatoe finger, tickles these together! Fry, lechery, fry!
Dio. But will you then ?
Troi. Fear me not, my lord ;
Troi, o beauty !
Ulyl. My lord,-
Cre. You look upon that sleeve ; Behold it well.
Dio. Whose was't?
Cre. It is no matter, now I have't again.
Ther. Now she sharpens ;-Well said, whetstone.
m luxury, with bis fat romp, and potatoe finger,]-incontinence, with its provocatives. “ Fie on luft and luxury !"
MERRY Wives of WINDSOR, Vol. I. p. 258. « To't luxury pell-mell.”
LEAR, A& IV. S. 6. Lear. • Let the sky rain potatoes." MERRY Wives of Windsor, Vol. I. p. 255.
Cre. O, all you gods !-O pretty pretty pledge!
Dio. I had your heart before, this follows it.
I'll give you something else.
Dio. I will have this ; Whose was it?
Cre. 'Twas one's that lov'd me better than you will. But, now you have it, take it.
Dio. Whose was it ?
Cre. By all Diana's waiting-women yonder, And by herself, I will not tell you whose.
Dio. To-morrow will I wear it on my helm; And grieve his spirit, that dares not challenge it.
Troi. Wer't thou the devil, and wor'it it on thy horn, It should be challeng'd. Cre. Well, well, 'tis done, 'cis past;—And yet it is
Dio. Why then, farewell;
Cre. You shall not go :-One cannot speak a word,
Dio. I do not like this fooling.
• By all Diana's waiting-women sonder, and by herjelf,)-By all yon starry hoft, and by the moon.
Ther. Nor I, by Pluto : ° but that that likes not me, Pleases me best.
Dio. What, shall I come? the hour?
Cre. Ay, come :-O Jove ! Do, come :-I shall P be plagu’d.
Dio. Good night. I pr’ythee, come. Troilus, farewell ! one eye yet looks on thee; But with the other eye my heart doth fee. Ah! poor our sex! this fault in us I find, The error of our eye directs our mind : What error leads, must err; O then conclude, Minds, sway'd by eyes, are full of turpitude. [Exit.
Ther. A proof of strength she could not publish more, Unless she say, My mind is now turn'd whore.
Ulyl. All's done, my lord.
Troi. To make a recordation to my soul
Uly]. I cannot ? conjure, Trojan.
• but that that likes not me,l-but that mischief, though naturally cdious, is my supreme delight.
P be plagu'd.]-fuffer severely for my infidelity.