Guard. Oh abominable,
Why do you not love me?
Cun. No, never did;
I took thee down a little way to
Enforce a Vomit from my offended stomach,
Now thou'rt up agen, I loath thee filthily.
Guard. Oh villain.
Cun. Why dost thou not see a sight.
Would make a man abjure the sight of Women.
Neece. Ha, ha, ha, he's vext; ha, ha, ha.
Clow. Ha, ha, ha.
Neece. Why dost thou laugh?
Clow. Because thou laugh'st, nothing else i'faith.
Cun. She has but mockt my folly, else she finds not
The bosome of my purpose, some other way,
Must make me know; I'll try her, and may chance quit
The fine dexterity of her Lady-wit. [Exit.
Neec. Yes introth, I laught to think of thy Master,
Now, what he would think if he knew this?