And. 'Twill be rare, Sir. [Exeunt.
ACTUS QUINTUS. SCENA PRIMA.
Enter Eustace, Egremont, Cowsy.
Eust. Turn'd out of doors and baffled!
Egre. We share with you in the affront.
Cow. Yet bear it not like you with such dejection.
Eust. My Coach and Horses made the ransom of our Cowardize!
Cow. Pish, that's nothing, 'tis damnum reparabile, and soon recover'd.
Egre. It is but feeding a Suitor with false hopes, and after squeeze him with a dozen of Oaths, You are new rigg'd, and this no more remembred.
Eust. And does the Court, that should be the Example and Oracle of the Kingdom, read to us no other Doctrine?