Nou. How? I would not for a 1000 crownes she had seen’t. Deare Liladam, reforme it. [80]
Bell. O Lord: Per se, Lord, quintessence of honour, shee walkes not vnder a weede that could deny thee any thing.
Baum. Prethy peace, wench, thou dost but blow the fire, that flames too much already. [85]
Lilad. Aym. trim Nouall, whilst Bell her Lady.
Aym. By gad, my Lord, you haue the diuinest Taylor of Christendome; he hath made you looke like an Angell in your cloth of Tissue doublet.
Pont. This is a three-leg’d Lord, ther’s a fresh assault, oh that men should spend time thus! [90] See see, how her blood driues to her heart, and straight vaults to her cheekes againe.
Malo. What are these?
Pont. One of ’em there the lower is a good, foolish, knauish sociable gallimaufry of a man, and has much taught [95] my Lord with singing, hee is master of a musicke house: the other is his dressing blocke, vpon whom my Lord layes all his cloathes, and fashions, ere he vouchsafes ’em his owne person; you shall see him i’th morning in the Gally-foyst, at noone in the Bullion, i’th euening in Quirpo, and all night [100] in—
Malo. A Bawdy house.
Pont. If my Lord deny, they deny, if hee affirme, they affirme: they skip into my Lords cast skins some twice a yeere, and thus they liue to eate, eate to liue, and liue to prayfe my [105] Lord.