Clar. Have you then ever seene such another monster?
He was begott surely in the wane of the moone,
When Natures tooles were at laime Vulcans forge
A sharpning, that she was forced to shake this lumpe together.
Bon. What man for heavens sake could your nicenes fancy?
Clar. Not you of all that ever I beheld.
Bel. And why, good wisdome?
Clar. Nay, do not scratch me because he is your choyse, forsooth.
Bel. Well, we shall see the goodly youth your curiositie has elected, when my brother returnes, I hope.
Clar. I hope soe, too; I marvill where this Cub is, He is not roaring here yet.
Enter Thorogood.
Bon. Frend, thou hast lost The absolu[t]st characters deliverd by this lady: Would thou hadst come a little sooner.
Tho. Ladies,
I must desire your pardon for my friend:
I have some busines will a while deprive him
Your sweet companies.