Clora. Such a Souldier,
I would indeed.
Fab. If he hear this, not all
The power of man could keep him from the windows
Till they were down and all the doors broke open:
For Gods sake make her cooler: I dare not venture
To bring him else: I know he will go to buffets
Within five words with her, if she holds this spirit;
Let's waken him, and away, we shall hear worse else.
Fran. Well if I be not even with thee Clora
Let me be hang'd for this: I know thou dost it
Only to anger me, and purge thy wit
Which would break out else.
Clora. I have found ye,
I'le be no more cross, bid 'em good night.
Fran. No, no, they shall not know we have seen 'em;
Shut the window. [Ex. Fran. and Clora.
Fab. Will you get up Sir?
Jac. Have you paid the Fidlers?
Fab. You are not left to do it: Fie upon thee,
Hast thou forsworn manners?
Jac. Yes unless
They would let me eat my meat without long graces
Or drink without a preface to the pledger;
Oft, will it please you, shall I be so bold Sir,
Let me remember your good bed-fellow,
And lye and kiss my hand unto my Mistris
As often as an Ape does for an Aple;
These are meer Schisms in Souldiers; where's my friend?
These are to us as bitter as purgations,
We love that general freedom we are bred to;
Hang these faint fooleries, they smell of peace,
Do they not friend?
Fab. Faith Sir to me they are
As things indifferent, yet I use 'em not,
Or if I did, they would not prick my conscience.