Lecure. I fear not gelding
As long [as] she holds this way.
Brun. The young courser
That unli[c]kt lumpe of mine, will win thy Mistriss;
Must I be chast Protaldye?
Pro. Thus and thus Lady.
Brun. It shall be so, let him seek fools for Vestalls,
Here is my Cloyster.
Lecure. But what safety Madam
Find you in staying here?
Brun. Thou hast hit my meaning,
I will to Thierry Son of my blessings,
And there complain me, tell my tale so subtilly,
That the cold stones shall sweat; And Statues mourn,
And thou shall weep Protaldye in my witness,
And there forswear.
Bawd. Yes, any thing but gelding,
I'm not yet in quiet Noble Lady,
Let it be done to night, for without doubt
To morrow we are capons.
Brun. Sleep shall not seize me,
Nor any food befriend me but thy kisses,
E're I forsake this desart, I live honest;
He may as well bid dead men walk, I humbled,
Or bent below my power; let night-dogs tear me,
And goblins ride me in my sleep to jelly,
Ere I forsake my sphear.
Lecure. This place you will.
Brun. What's that to you, or any,
Ye doss, you powder'd pigsbones, rubarbe glister:
Must you know my designs? a colledge on you,
The proverbe makes but fools.