1 Gent. I, if it take.
Leo. Ne're fear it, the Prince has it,
And if he let it fall, I must not know it;
He will suspecl: me presently: but you two
May help the plough.
2 Gent. That he is sick again.
Leo. Extreamly sick: his disease grown incurable, Never yet found, nor touch'd at.
Enter Lieutenant.
2 Gent. Well, we have it, And here he comes.
Leo. The Prince has been upon him, What a flatten face he has now? it takes, believe it; How like an Ass he looks?
Lieu. I feel no great pain, At least, I think I do not; yet I feel sensibly I grow extreamly faint: how cold I sweat now!
Leo. So, so, so.
Lieu. And now 'tis ev'n too true, I feel a pricking,
A pricking, a strange pricking: how it tingles!
And as it were a stitch too: the Prince told me,
And every one cri'd out I was a dead man;
I had thought I had been as well—