Exit.
Rom. A dull Dutch rather: fall and coole (my blood)
Boyle not in zeal of thy friends hurt, so high,
That is so low, and cold himselfe in’t. Woman,
How strong art thou, how easily beguild? [500]
How thou dost racke vs by the very hornes?
Now wealth I see change manners and the man:
Something I must doe mine owne wrath to asswage,
And note my friendship to an after-age.
Exit.
Actus quartus.
Scaena prima.
[A Room in Nouall’s House]
Enter Nouall Iunior, as newly dressed, a Taylor, Barber, Perfumer, Liladam, Aymour, Page.
Nou. Mend this a little: pox! thou hast burnt me. oh
fie vpon’t, O Lard, hee has made me smell (for all the world) like a flaxe, or a red headed womans chamber: powder, powder, powder.
Perf. Oh sweet Lord! [5]