Aur. Surely You Stood So Simply, Like a Man
Penning of recantations, that I suspected
Y' had been a part of the monopoly.
But now I know you have a tongue, and are
A very man, I'll think you only dull,
And pray for better utterance.
Plot. Lady, you make
Rash judgment of him; he was only struck
With admiration of your beauty.
Tim. Truly, and so I was.
Aur. Then you can wonder, sir?
Plot. Yes, when he sees such miracles as you.
Aur. And love me, can't you?
Tim. Love you! By this hand,
I'd love a dog of your sweet looks: I am
Enamour'd of you, lady.
Aur. Ha, ha, ha! now surely
I wonder you wear not a cap: your case
Requires warm things! I'll send you forth a caudle. [Exit.
Bright. The plague of rotten teeth, wrinkles, loud lungs,
Be with you, madam.
Tim. Had I now pen and ink,
If I were urg'd, I'd fain know whether I
In conscience ought not to set down myself
No wiser than I should be?