Zoy. That if I chance to have a humour to be in a masque, you shall not grow jealous. 351
Zuc. Never.
Zoy. Or grudge at the expense.
Zuc. Never! I will eat mine own arms first.
Zoy. That you shall not search, if my chamber-door hinges be oil’d to avoid creaking.
Zuc. As I am a sensible creature.
Zoy. Nor ever suspect the reason why my bedchamber floor is double-matted.
Zuc. Not, as I have blood in me. 360
Zoy. You shall vow to wear clean linen, and feed wholesomely.
Zuc. Ay, and highly. I will take no more tobacco, or come to your sheets drunk, or get wenches. I will ever feed on fried frogs, broil’d[290] snails, and boil’d lamb-stones;—I