Fab. I warrant you, I have been often threatned.
Clor. When he comes next, I'le have the cough or tooth-ach,
Or something that shall make me keep my chamber,
I love him so well.
Fra. Would you would keep your tongue. [Exeunt.
SCENE IV.
Enter Angelo.
Ang. I cannot keep from this ungodly woman,
This Lelia, whom I know too, yet am caught,
Her looks are nothing like her; would her faults
Were all in Paris print upon her face,
Cum Privilegio, to use 'em still,
I would write an Epistle before it, on the inside of her masque
And dedicate it to the whore of Babylon, with a preface upon
Her nose to the gentle Reader; and they should be to be sold
At the sign of the whores head i'th' pottage pot, in what
Street you please. But all this helps not me;—I
Am made to be thus catch'd, past any redress, with a thing
I contemn too.
I have read Epictetus twice over against the
Desire of these outward things, and still her face runs in
My mind, I went to say my prayers, and they were
So laid out o'th' way, that if I could find any prayers I
Had, I'm no Christian,
This is the door, and the short
Is, I must see her again.— [He knocks.
Enter Maid.
Maid. Who's there?
Ang. 'Tis I, I would speak with your Mistriss.
Maid. Did she send for you?