SCENE IV.—A Street.
Enter Castruchio, Pioratto, and Fluello.
Cas. Signor Pioratto, Signor Fluello, shall’s be merry? shall’s play the wags now?
Flu. Ay, any thing that may beget the child of laughter.
Cas. Truth, I have a pretty sportive conceit new crept into my brain, will move excellent mirth.
Pio. Let’s ha’t, let’s ha’t; and where shall the scene of mirth lie?
Cas. At Signor Candido’s house, the patient man, nay, the monstrous patient man; they say his blood is immoveable, that he has taken all patience from a man, and all constancy from a woman.
Flu. That makes so many whores now-a-days.
Cas. Ay, and so many knaves too.