Otr. And a base I [l]eave ye,
So fare-ye-well. [Exit.
[Flo. Blessing attend your Lordship;
This is hot love, that vanisheth like vapors;
His Ague's off, his burning fits are well quench'd,
I thank heaven for't: his men, they will not force me.]
Enter Gerasto and Servants.
Ger. What dost thou stay for? dost thou not know the way,
Thou base unprovident whore?
Flo. Good words, pray ye Gentlemen.
1 Ser. Has my Lord smoak'd ye over, good-wife Miller?
Is your Mill broken that you stand so useless?
2 Ser. An impudent Quean, upon my life she is unwholsome
Some base discarded thing my Lord has found her,
He would not have turn'd her off o'th'sudden else.
Ger. Now against every sack (my honest sweet heart)
With every Smig and Smug.
Flo. I must be patient.
Ger. And every greasie guest, and sweaty Rascall
For his Royal hire between his fingers, Gentlewoman.