Cla.] Now you grow troublesome: pish, the man is foolish.
Say. Pray wear these trifles.
Cla. Neither you, nor trifles,
You are a trifle, wear your self, Sir, out,
And here no more trifle the time away.
Say. Come; you're deceiv'd in me, I will not wake,
Nor fast, nor dye for you.
Cla. Goose, be not you deceiv'd,
I cannot like, nor love, nor live with you,
Nor fast, nor watch, nor pray for you.
Eug. Her old fit.
Say. Sure this is not the way, nay, I will break
Your melancholly.
Cla. I shall break your pate then,
Away, you sanguine scabbard.
Eug. Out upon thee
Thou'lt break my heart, I am sure.
Enter Alvarez, Piorato, Lucio, and Bobadilla.