[Exeunt Roberto, Cardinal, and lights.
Clar. Candied[204] eringoes, I beseech thee.
Men. Come, widow, I’ll be bold to put you in.
My lord, will you have a sociate? 170
[Exeunt Thais, Lady Lentulus, Abigail, and Mendoza.
Mass.[205] Good gentlemen, if I have any interest in you,
Let me depart unknown; ’tis a disgrace
Of an eternal memory.
Rog.[206] What, the fall, my lord?—as common a thing as can be. The stiffest man in Italy may fall between a woman’s legs.
Clar. Would I had changed places with you, my lord—would it had been my hap!
Mass. What cuckold laid his horns in my way?
Signior Claridiana, you were by the lady when I fell:
Do you think I hurt her? 181
Clar. You could not hurt her, my lord, between the legs.
Mass. What was ’t I fell withal?