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Land. Od's my witness,
Ant. I gave her no ill language.
Land. Thou liest, sirrah!Thou took'st me up at every word I spoke, As I had been a maukin, a flirt gillian: And thou think'st, because thou canst write and
read, Our noses must be under thee. Fred. Dare
sirrah? Ant. Let but the truth be known, sir, I beseech
you; She raves of wenches, and I know not what, sir. Land. Go to, thou know'st too well, thou wicked
Ant. As I live, sir, she's ever thus, till dinner.
(Exit ANTHONY. Now to your grief-what is't ? for I can guessLand. You may, with shame enough, Don Fre
derick, If there were shame amongst you ;-nothing thought
Fred. No more of these words,
Land. 'Tis well, sir.
Land. But, mine honour-
Fred. Come, your honour,
Your house, and you too, if you dare believe me,
Enter Don Jonn.
Land. You'll leave this roguery,
John. By this light,
[Knocking Fred. Somebody knocks See who it is; and do not mind this fellow.
Land. I beg, sir, that you'll use me with decorum.
[Exit LANDLADY. Was there ever such a piece of touchwood?
Fred. Pr’ythee, John, let her alone; she has been Well vex'd already-She'll grow stark mad, man.
John. I would fain see her mad-An old mad wo
Fred. Don't be a fool.
Fred. Prythee, be sober.
Enter LANDLADY. John. What, again ! Nay, then it is decreed, though hills were set on hills, And seas met seas, zo guard thee! I would through!
Land. Od's my witness, if you ruffle me, I'll spoil your sweet face for you. John. Oh raptures! raptures!
(Kissing her.-She runs after him. What, will
[She looks kind upon him. Land. Well, well, go, go to the door, there's a gentleman there would speak witk you.
John. Upon my life, Petruchio;-good, dear landlady,
, carry him into the dining-room, and I'll wait upon him presently.
Land. Well, Don John, the time will come that I shall be even with you. (Exit LANDLADY.
John. I must begone about this businessWon't
you go too, Frederick ? Fred. I am not requested you know-besides the Lady will want advice and consolation.
John. Yes; and I know 100, with all your modesty, That you will be ready to give it her.
Fred. For shame, John, how can you ramble so?
[Exit Don John.
Enter First CONSTANTIA.
1 Cor. What, no way to divert this certain danger? Fred. Impossible! their honours are engag'd. 1 Con. Then there must be murder, and I the cause!
Which, gen'rous sir, I shall no sooner hear of,
Fred. It is granted.
1 Con. Your friend, sir, is I find, too resolute. Too hot and fiery for the cause : as ever You did a yirtuous deed, for honour's sake, Go with him, and allay him: your fair temper, And noble disposition, like wish'd showers, May quench those eating fires, that would spoil all
else. I see in him destruction.
Fred. I will do it-And it is a wise consideration: I'll after him, lady The old gentlewoman Shall wait upon you; she is discreet and secret, And you may trust her in all points.
1. Con. You are noble.
Fred. And so I take my leave. I hope, lady, a happy issue for all this. i Con. All Heaven's care upon you,
and my prayers. [Exeunt, severally.
Enter SURGEON, and a GENTLEMAN.
no liquor down but wine, and then he has a fancy that he must be dressed always to the tune of John Dory. Gent. How to the tune of John Dory?
Surg. Why, he will have fiddlers, and make them play and sing it to him all the while. Gent. An odd fancy, indeed !
Ant. 'Tis a horse, sir. Dost thou think I shall recover with the belp of barley water only?
Gent. Fie, Antonio, you must be governed. Ant. Why, sir, he feeds me with nothing but rotten roots, and drowned chickens, stewed pericraniums and pia-maters; and when I go to bed (by Heaven 'lis true, sir) he rolls me up in lints, with labels at them, that I am just, the man i'th' almanack, my head and face is in Ăries' place.
Surg. Will it please you, to let your friends see you opened?
Ant. Will it please you, sir, to give me a brimmer? I feel my body open enough for that,
Give it me, or I'll die upon thy hand, and spoil thy custom. Surg. How, a brimmers
Ant. Why look you, sir, thus I am used still; I can get nothing that I want. In how long time canst thou cure me? Surg. In forty days.
Ant. I'll have a dog, shall lick me whole in twenty: In how long a time canst thou kill me? Surg. Presently.
Ant. Do it; that's the shorter, and there's more delight in it.
Gent. You must have patience.
Ant. Man, I must have business; this foolish fel. low hinders himself: I have a dozen rascals to hurt