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_Pyr._ Peace! he looks this way.
_Bar._ Marrie, let him look, sir; what will you say now if the Guise be gone to fetch a blanquet for him?
_L'An._ Faith, I beleeve it, for his honour sake. 210
_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 a.s.se, 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._
_Finis Actus Primi._
LINENOTES:
2 _that_. A, this.
4 _the_. A omits.
10 _Court-fas.h.i.+on_. A, Court forme.
11 _demi-G.o.ds_. A, semi-G.o.ds.
14-15 _No question . . . immortality_. A omits.
18 _vaunt_. A, boast.
20 _clowneries_. A, rudenesse.
32 _confusion_. A, deformitie.
47 _sole heire_. A, first borne.
53 _more_. A omits.
54 _To jet . . . haughtely_. A, To be the pictures of our vanitie.
56 _Holding . . . vaunts_. A omits.
58 _a_. A, this. _to court_. A, t'attend you.
60-61 _That's . . . attire_. Printed as prose in Qq.
62, 63 _We_. A, I.
67 So in A: B has only: They that will winne, must wooe her.
71 _sweet heart_. A, my love.
