STEP. Not I, sir: as I have a soul to be saved, as I am a
gentleman.
LOR. JU. Nay, it's well; so long as he doth not forswear
himself.
BOB. Signior, you abuse the excellency of your mistress and
her fair sister. Fie, while you live avoid this prolixity.
MAT. I shall, sir; well, incipere dulce.
LOR. JU. How, incipere dulce? a sweet thing to be a fool
indeed.
PROS. What, do you take incipere in that sense?
LOR. JU. You do not, you? 'Sblood, this was your villainy
to gull him with a motte.
PROS. Oh, the benchers' phrase: pauca verba, pauca verba.
MAT. "Rare creature, let me speak without offence,
Would God my rude words had the influence
To rule thy thoughts, as thy fair looks do mine,
Then shouldst thou be his prisoner, who is thine."
LOR. JU. 'Sheart, this is in Hero and Leander!
PROS. Oh ay: peace, we shall have more of this.
MAT. "Be not unkind and fair: misshapen stuff
Is of behaviour boisterous and rough":
How like you that, Signior? 'sblood, he shakes his head
like a bottle, to feel an there be any brain in it.
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