Fred. Sister, I brought you Jacomo to the door,
He has forgot all that he said last night;
And shame of that makes him [more] loth to come,
I left Fabricio perswading him, but 'tis in vain.
Fran. Alas, my fortune, Clora.
Clor. Now Frank, see what a kind of man you love,
That loves you when he's drunk.
Fran. If so,
'Faith, I would marry him; my friends I hope
Would make him drink.
Clor. 'Tis well consider'd, Frank, he has such pretty humours then,
Besides, being a Souldier, 'tis better he should love
You when he's drunk, than when he's sober, for then he
Will be sure to love you the greatest part on's life.
Fran. And were not I a happy woman then?
Clor. That ever was born, Frank, i' faith—
Fred. How now, what says he?
Enter Fabricio.