Mont. Be pleased; Ile strait returne. Exit cum Guise.
Tam. Would that would please me!
Beau. Ile leave you, madam, to your passions;
I see ther's change of weather in your lookes. Exit cum suis.
Tam. I cannot cloake it; but, as when a fume,
Hot, drie, and grosse, within the wombe of earth35
Or in her superficies begot,
When extreame cold hath stroke it to her heart,
The more it is comprest, the more it rageth,
Exceeds his prisons strength that should containe it,