[744] 43, 4 (with ... garters,) W || () ret. G
Act. V. Scene. II.
Pvg. Ambler.
O, Call me home againe, deare Chiefe, and put me To yoaking foxes, milking of Hee-goates, Pounding of water in a morter, lauing The ſea dry with a nut-ſhell, gathering all The leaues are falne this Autumne, drawing farts 5 Out of dead bodies, making ropes of ſand, Catching the windes together in a net, Muſtring of ants, and numbring atomes; all That hell, and you thought exquiſite torments, rather Then ſtay me here, a thought more: I would ſooner 10 Keepe fleas within a circle, and be accomptant A thouſand yeere, which of ’hem and how far Out leap’d the other, then endure a minute Such as I haue within. There is no hell To a Lady of faſhion. All your torture there 15 Are paſtimes to it. ’T would be a refreſhing [160] For me, to be i’ the fire againe, from hence.
Ambler comes in, & ſuruayes him.
Amb. This is my ſuite, and thoſe the ſhoes and roſes!
Pvg. Th’ haue such impertinent vexations, A generall Councell o’ diuels could not hit— 20 Pug perceiues it, and ſtarts. Ha! This is hee, I tooke a ſleepe with his Wench, And borrow’d his cloathes. What might I doe to balke him?
Amb. Do you heare, Sr?