Corn. Why then, Madam, what I knocke out now is the very Maribone of mirth; and this it is.
Onae. Say on.
Corn. The best mirth for a Lawyer is to have fooles to his Clients; for Citizens to have Noblemen pay their debts; for Taylors to have store of Sattin brought in for them—how little soere their hours are—they'll be sure to have large yards: the best mirth for bawds is to have fresh handsome whores, and for whores to have rich guls come aboard their pinnaces, for then they are sure to build Gully-Asses.
Onae. These to such soules are mirth, but to mine none: Away!
[Exit Corn.
Enter Cardinall.
Car. Peace to you, Lady.
Onae. I will not sinne so much as hope for peace: And 'tis a mocke ill suits your gravity.
Card. I come to knit the nerves of your lost strength,
To build your ruines up, to set you free
From this your voluntary banishment,
And give new being to your murd'red fame.
Onae. What Aesculapius can doe this?