Mar. What were those Ladies,
Came to her lately
From the Court?
Claud. The same wench,
Some grave instructors on my life, they look
For all the world like old hatcht hilts.
Mar. 'Tis true, Wench,
For here and there, and yet they painted well too,
One might discover where the Gold was worn,
Their iron ages.
Claud. If my judgement fail not,
They have been sheathed like rotten Ships.
Mar. It may be.
Claud. For if you mark their rudders, they hang weakly.
Mar. They have past the line belike; wouldst live Claudia
Till thou wert such as they are?
Claud. Chimney pieces:
Now heaven have mercy upon me, and young men,
I had rather make a drallery till thirty,
While I am able to endure a tempest,
And bear my fights out bravely, till my tackle
Whistl'd i'th' Wind, and held against all weathers,
While I were able to bear with my tyres,
And so discharge 'em, I would willingly
Live, Marcellina, not till barnacles
Bred in my sides.
Mar. Thou art i'th' right, Wench;
For who would live whom pleasures had forsaken,
To stand at mark, and cry a Bow short, Seigneur?
Were there not men came hither too?
Claud. Brave fellows:
I fear me Bawds of five i'th' Pound.