Foro. I'll make you run division on that o'r ere I leave you; looke you, here are the playfellowes that are so indear'd to you; come sir, first uncase, and then dance, nay I'll make him dance stark naked.
Host. Oh let him have his shirt on and his Mogols breeches, here are Women ith' house.
Foro. Well for their sakes he shall.
[Clown teares off his doublet, making strange faces as if compel'd to it, falls into the Dance.
Tay. He dances, what a lying rogue was this to say the gentleman could not conjure!
Foro. He does prettily well, but 'tis voluntary, I assure you, I have no hand in't.
Clow. As you are a Counjurer, and a rare Artist, free me from these couplets; of all creatures I cannot endure a Frog.
Foro. But your dancing is voluntary, I can compell you to nothing.
Hostes. O me, daughter, lets take heed of this fellow, he'll make us dance naked, an' we vex him. [—Exeunt Hostess and Bianca.
Foro. Now cut capers sirra, I'll plague that chine of yours.