Sha. Born? never any thing
That was injurious.
2 Gent. Ha, I am far from that.
Sham. He looks as like a man as I have seen one:
What would you speak of him? speak well I prethee,
Even for humanities cause.
1 Gent. You'd have it truth though?
Sham. What else Sir? I have no reason to wrong heav'n
To favour nature; let her bear her own shame
If she be faulty.
1 Gent. Monstrous faulty there Sir.
Sham. I'm ill at ease already.
1 Gent. Pray bear up Sir.
Sham. I prethee let me take him down with speed then;
Like a wild object that I would not look upon.
1 Gent. Then thus: he's one that will endure as much
As can be laid upon him.