Amin. Nor I accurs'd.
Tib. Master, you are old;
Yet love the game, that I perceive too,
And if not well spurr'd up, you may prove rusty;
Therefore to help ye here's a Bradamanta,
Or I am cosen'd in my calculation.
Cro. A poor old man alloted to my share.
Ti. Thou wouldst have two;
Nay, I think twenty: but fear not wench,
Though he be old he's tough: look on's making,
Hee'll not fail I warrant thee.
Ros. A merry fellow,
And were not man a creature I detest,
I could indure his company.
Ti. Here's a fair heard of Does before me,
And now for a barren one:
For, though I like the sport: I do not love
To Father children: like the Grand Signior,
Thus I walk in my Seraglio,
And view 'em as I pass: then draw I forth
My handkercher, and having made my choice,
I thus bestow it.
Ros. On me.
Ti. On you: now my choice is made;
To it you hungry Rascals.
Alb. Excellent.
Amin. As I love goodness,
It makes me smile i'th' height of all my fears.