Clown. We insinuate, by this stag and ram so pretty,
With goat and bull, court, country, camp, and city.
Lod. Cuckold.
Clown. Cuckold, my lord?
Lod. 'Tis the first word of your next line.
Clown. O—— Cuckold begins with C. And is't not sport?
The C begins with country, camp, and court:
But here's the fine figary of our poet,
That one may wear this nightcap, and not know it.
Dor. Why, chicken, shall they make such an ass of thee? Good your grace, can a woman endure to see her loving husband wear horns in's own house?
Ver. Pray, lady, 'tis but in jest.
Dor. In jest? Nay, for the jest sake, keep then on, sweet bird.
Clown. Now to our masque's name: but first, be it known-a
When I name a city, I only mean Verona.
Those two lines are extempore, I protest, sir; I brought them in, because here are some of other cities in the room, that might snuff pepper else.[155]