Fra. He's to be made more tractable I doubt not.
Clo. Yes, if they taw him as they do whit-leather
Upon an iron, or beat him soft like Stock-fish.
SCENE IV.
Enter Lelia and her waiting-woman with a Vail.
Lel. Art t' sure 'tis he?
Wom. Yes, and another with him.
Lel. The more the merrier; did you give that money
And charg'd it to be delivered where I shew'd you?
Wom. Yes, and what else you bad me.
Lel. That brave fellow,
Though he be old, whate'r he be, shews toughness,
And such a one I long for, and must have
At any price; these young soft melting gristles
Are only for my safer ends.
Wom. They are here.