Mir. When
The passions of your grief are over, pray
Hear me speak, because it concerns you all.
Phil. Pox of thy gravity, Mirida. [Aside.
Mir. Nay, hold your tongue; if
You set me once a laughing, I shall spoil
Your funeral. [Aside.
Enter Pinguister and Lean-man.
So here comes my fat lover and my
Lean one! Welcome, gentlemen, I
Was afraid I shou'd not have had your company.
Ping. Really, sweet lady, I have taken a purge
To-day (as I do constantly, for love
Of you) which has retarded me,
By reason of its operation, neither can
I say it has yet finished.
Mir. Sir, please you
To sit down, and you,
Master Pinguister.
Ping. Lady, I shall embrace your offer, and shall
Press your chair. By my heart, madam, this chair
Was fitter for a jackdaw than [for] me.
[Sits down and breaks the chair.
Nay, they make such chairs now-a-days, that had I
A grudge to an upholsterer, I would
Desire no greater revenge than to sit
Down upon every chair in his shop.