L'An. Sfoot, see how he stares on's.
Bar. Lord blesse us, let's away.215
Buss. Now, sir, take your full view: who
does the object please ye?
Bar. If you aske my opinion, sir, I think
your suit sits as well as if't had beene made for
you.220
Buss. So, sir, and was that the subject of your
ridiculous joylity?