Thomas Dekker Edited, with an introd and notes . HI.] PART THE SECOND. 211 Loci. Have you ever a prentices suit will fit me ? Cand. I have the very same which myself wore. Loci. Ill send my man fort within this half hour, andwithin this two hour Ill be your prentice. The hen shallnot overcrow the cock; Ill sharpen your spurs. Cand. It will be but some jest, sir? Lod. Only a jest: farewell, come, Carolo. \_Exennt LoDovico, Carolo, and Astolfo. Guests. Well take our leaves, sir, too. Cand. Pray conceit not illOf my wifes sudden rising. This young knight,Sir Lodovico, is deep seen in physic,And h
Thomas Dekker Edited, with an introd and notes . HI.] PART THE SECOND. 211 Loci. Have you ever a prentices suit will fit me ? Cand. I have the very same which myself wore. Loci. Ill send my man fort within this half hour, andwithin this two hour Ill be your prentice. The hen shallnot overcrow the cock; Ill sharpen your spurs. Cand. It will be but some jest, sir? Lod. Only a jest: farewell, come, Carolo. \_Exennt LoDovico, Carolo, and Astolfo. Guests. Well take our leaves, sir, too. Cand. Pray conceit not illOf my wifes sudden rising. This young knight,Sir Lodovico, is deep seen in physic,And he tells me, the disease called the mother,Hangs on my wife, it is a vehement heavingAnd beating of the stomach, and that swellingDid with the pain thereof cramp up her hit his lips, and brake the glass,—no harm,It was no harm ! Guests. No, signer, none at all, Cand. The straightest arrow may fly wide by come, well close this brawl up in some dance. \Exeunt. Hysteria. I 2 ACT THE SECOND. SCENE I.—A Room in Matheos Enter Bellafront and Matheo. ELL. O my sweet husband ! wert thouin thy grave and art alive again ? Ohwelcome, welcome I Mat. Dost know me? my cloak,prithee, layt up. Yes, faith, my wind-ing-sheet was taken out of lavender, tobe stuck with rosemary: I lacked butthe knot here, or here; yet if I had had it, I should hamade a wry mouth at the world like a plaice -: but sweetestvillain, I am here now and I will talk with thee xd glad am I thou art Did these heels caper in shackles ? Ah ! my littleplump rogue, Ill bear up for all this, and fly high. Catsocat so.^ Bell. Matheo? Mat. What sayest, what sayest ? O brave fresh air !a pox on these grates and gingling of keys, and rattling ofiron. Ill bear up, Lll fly high, wench, hang toff. B:,ll. Matheo, prithee, make thy prison thy in it view the wrinkles, and the scars,By which thou wert disfigured; viewing them, mend them. * Rosemary was used as an emblem of rememb
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