Sch. Where be your Ribands maids? swym with your Bodies
And carry it sweetly, and deliverly
And now and then a favor, and a friske.
Nel. Let us alone Sir.
Sch. Where's the rest o'th' Musick.
3. Dispers'd as you commanded.
Sch. Couple then
And see what's wanting; where's the Bavian?
My friend, carry your tail without offence
Or scandall to the Ladies; and be sure
You tumble with audacity, and manhood,
And when you bark doe it with judgement.
Bau. Yes Sir.
Sch. Quo usque tandem? Here is a woman wanting.
4. We may goe whistle: all the fat's i'th' fire.
Sch. We have,
As learned Authors utter, wash'd a Tile,
We have been fatuus, and labour'd vainly.
2. This is that scornfull peece, that scurvy hilding
That gave her promise faithfully, she would be here,
Cicely the Sempsters daughter:
The next gloves that I give her shall be dogs-skin;
Nay and she fail me once, you can tell Arcas,
She swore by wine, and bread, she would not break.