Till hee sees meate before him. Were I dar'd,
Perhaps, as he was, I durst doe like him.
Mons. Dare then to poure out here thy freest soule
Of what I am.
Cler. Tis stale, he tolde you it.
Mons. He onely jested, spake of splene and envie;215
Thy soule, more learn'd, is more ingenuous,
Searching, judiciall; let me then from thee
Heare what I am.
Cler. What but the sole support,