Mis. Scholer, be aduised, they are all
Most vile and wicked.
Scan. How, Sir?
Mis. Dissemblers, the very curse of man, Monsters indeed.
Clow. That Ile be sworne they are, for I haue knowne some of vm, that ha’ deuoured you three Lordships, in Cullices and Caudles before Break-fast.
Mis. And creatures the most imperfect: for looke yee, Sir,
Th’are nothing of themselues,
Onely patcht vp to coozen and gull men,
Borrowing their haire from one, complexions from another,
Nothing their own that’s pleasing, all dissembled,