Vit. I did nothing to displease him; I carved to him at supper-time.
Flam. [You need not have carved him, in faith; they say he is a capon already. I must now seemingly fall out with you.] Shall a gentleman so well descended as Camillo Cam. Now he begins to tickle her. Flam. An excellent scholar [one that hath a head fill'd with calves' brains without any sage in them,] come crouching in the hams to you for a night's lodging? [that hath an itch in 's hams, which like the fire at the glass-house hath not gone out this seven years] Is he not a courtly gentleman? [when he wears white satin, one would take him by his black muzzle to be no other creature than a maggot] You are a goodly foil, I confess, well set out [but cover'd with a false stone— yon counterfeit diamond]. Cam. He will make her know what is in me. Flam. Come, my lord attends you; thou shalt go to bed to my lord. Cam. Now he comes to 't. Flam. [With a relish as curious as a vintner going to taste new wine.] Cam. A virtuous brother, o' my credit! Flam. He will give thee a ring with a philosopher's stone in it.
[To Camillo.] I am opening your case hard.