[Exit Mary.
Fra. Now ick sall revange; hay, begar, me sal tartar de whole generation! Mine brain vork it. Freevill is dead, Malheureux sall hang; and mine rival, Beatrice, ick sall make run mad.
Mar. He’s gone, forsooth, to eat a caudle of cock-stones, and will return within this two hours.
Fra. Verie vel, give monies to some fellow to squire me; ick sal go abroad.
Mar. There’s a lusty bravo beneath, a stranger, but a good stale[86] rascal. He swears valiantly, kicks a bawd right virtuously, and protests with an empty pocket right desperately. He’ll squire you. 41
Fra. Very velcom; mine fan; ick sall retorn presantly. Now sal me be revange; ten tousant devla! der sall be no got in me but passion, no tought but rage, no mercy but bloud, no spirit but divla in me. Dere sal noting tought good for me, but dat is mischievous for others.
[Exit.
[85] Ed. 2. “fiest.”—[See note], p. 42.
[86] Quy. “tall”?