neere the life—especially of my wife.
Mons. Come, we'l disguise all with seeming
onely to have courted.—Away, dry palm! sh'as
a livor as dry as a bisket; a man may goe a[245]
whole voyage with her, and get nothing but
tempests from her windpipe.
Gui. Here's one (I think) has swallowed a
porcupine, shee casts pricks from her tongue so.
Mont. And here's a peacock seemes to have[250]
devour'd one of the Alpes, she has so swelling