Qua. Fantastical. 250
Sim. I’ll be something; I have a conceal’d humour in me; and ’twere broach’d ’twould spurt i’faith.
Qua. Come then, Saint Mark, let’s be as light as air,
As fresh and jocund as the breast of May.
I prithee, good French knight, good plump-cheek’d chub,
Run some French passage. Come, let’s see thy vein—
Dances, scenes, and songs, royal entertain.
Lav. Petit lacque, page, page, Bidet, sing!
Give it the French jerk—quick, spart, lightly—ha!
Ha, here’s a turn unto my Celia![449] 260
Qua. Stand stiff! ho, stand! take footing firm! stand sure!
For if thou fall before thy mistress
Thy manhood’s damn’d. Stand firm! Ho! good! so, so!
The Dance and Song.
Lav. Come, now, via, aloune,[450] to Celia.
Qua. Stay, take an old rhyme first; though dry and lean,
’Twill serve to close the stomach of the scene.
Lav. This is thy humour to berhyme us still;
Never so slightly pleased, but out they fly.