Enter Alvarez and Bobadilla.
Cla. Would I were none.
But natures privy Seal assures me one.
Alv. Thou anger'st me: can strong habitual custome
Work with such Magick on the mind and manners,
In spight of sex and nature? find out sirrah,
Some skilful fighter.
Bob. Yes Sir.
Alv. I will rectifie,
And redeem eithers proper inclination,
Or bray 'em in a morter, and new mold 'em. [Exit.
Bob. Believe your eyes, Sir, I tell you, we wash an Ethiop.
Cla. I strike it for ten Duckets.
Alv. How now Clara,
Your Breeches on still? and your petticoat
Not yet off Lucio? art thou not guelt?
Or did the cold Muscovite beget thee,
That lay here Lieger in the last great frost?
Art not thou Clara, turn'd a man indeed
Beneath the girdle? and a woman thou?
I'll have you search'd by —— I strongly doubt;
We must have these things mended: come goe in. [Exit.
Enter Vitelli and Bobadilla.
Bob. With Lucio say you? there is for you.