Cand. Prithee, about it quickly, the hour chides me:
Warily, George, softly, take heed of eyes, [Exit George.
Out of two evils he’s accounted wise,
That can pick out the least; the fine imposed
For an un-gowned senator, is about
Forty crusadoes,[184] the carpet not ’bove four.
Thus have I chosen the lesser evil yet,
Preserved my patience, foiled her desperate wit.
Re-enter George with carpet.
Geo. Here, sir, here’s the carpet.
Cand. O well done, George, we’ll cut it just i’th’ midst. [They cut the carpet.
’Tis very well; I thank thee: help it on.
Geo. It must come over your head, sir, like a wench’s petticoat.
Cand. Thou’rt in the right, good George; it must indeed.
Fetch me a night-cap: for I’ll gird it close,
As if my health were queasy: ’twill show well
For a rude, careless night-gown, will’t not, think’st?
Geo. Indifferent well, sir, for a night-gown, being girt and pleated.
Cand. Ay, and a night-cap on my head.
Geo. That’s true sir, I’ll run and fetch one, and a staff. [Exit.