Some vagrant miscreant meets, and with a look
Transmutes me his, and for a whole sick day
Lepers me.
Sp. Just the one thing, I assure you,
From which good company can’t but secure you.
About the individual’s not so clear,
But who can doubt the general atmosphere?
Di. Ay truly, who at first? but in a while——
Sp. O dear, this o’er-discernment makes me smile.
You don’t pretend to tell me you can see