Dor. For Heaven's sake,
Enjoin me first upon my knees to creep
From Verona to Loretto.
Lod. That's nothing.
Dor. Nothing indeed to this. Is this your penance,
So wondrous easy in performance?
Lod. 'Tis irrevocable.
Dor. I am silent: your new penance may meet
A new performance. Farewell, sir.
You are the cruell'st e'er confess'd me before.
Lod. And this the trick to catch a right pure whore. [Exeunt.
FOOTNOTES:
[133] The camomile is said to grow faster the more it is pressed or trodden upon, and to this circumstance the Clown here alludes. Frequent notice is taken of this property in the plant by our ancient writers. As in Tofte's "Honours Academie, or the Famous Pastorall of the Faire Shepheardesse Julietta," 1610, p. 204, 5th part: "But as gold taken out of the burning furnace, is farre more bright and fierce, than when it was first flung in; and as Camomell, the more it is trod upon, the thicker and better it groweth: even so we see this faire Archeresh to shew more cleare and beautifull, when the flame was once past and gone then she had bene before."
And in the "First Part of King Henry IV.," act ii. sc. 4: "For though the camomile the more it is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears."
See other instances in the notes of Mr Steevens and Dr Farmer on the last passage.