Herc. I take my oath upon thy brother’s body, ’tis none of thine.
Sir Amor. By the heart of dissemblance, this Fawn has wrought with us as strange tailors work in corporate cities, where they are not free; all inward, inward he lurk’d in the bosom of us, and yet we know not his profession. Sir, let me have counsel?
Herc. ’Tis[288] in great Cupid’s case; you may have no counsel. 296
Sir Amor. Death[289] o’ justice! are we in Normandy? What is my lady’s doom then?
Cup. Acquitted by the express parole of the statute. Hence, and in thy ignorance be quietly happy. Away with him—on!
Herc. An act against forgers of love-letters, false braggarts of ladies’ favours, and vain boasters of counterfeit tokens.
Herod. ’Tis I, ’tis I! I confess guilty, guilty! 305
Herc. I will be most humane and right courteously
languaged in thy correction, and only say, thy vice, from apparent here, has made thee an apparent beggar, and now of a false knave hath made thee a true fool. Folly to the ship with him, and twice a day let him be duck’d at the main-yard.
Cup. Proceed! 312