Cand. For thus they cannot choose but conster[185] it,
One that is out of health, takes no delight,
Wears his apparel without appetite,
And puts on heedless raiment without form.—
Re-enter George, with nightcap and staff.
So, so, kind George, [Puts on nightcap.]—be secret now: and, prithee, do not laugh at me till I’m out of sight.
Geo. I laugh? not I, sir.
Cand. Now to the senate-house:
Methinks, I’d rather wear, without a frown,
A patient carpet, than an angry gown. [Exit.
Geo. Now, looks my master just like one of our carpet knights,[186] only he’s somewhat the honester of the two.
Re-enter Viola.
Vio. What, is your master gone?
Geo. Yes, forsooth, his back is but new turned.
Vio. And in his cloak? did he not vex and swear?