Cla. The hangman shall doe't sooner.
Crac. If you knew How many bewtious gentlewomen have sued To have my picture—
Cla. To hang at their beds head for a memento mori—
Crac. You would regard it with more curiosity. There was a merchants daughter the other day Runn mad at sight of itt.
Cla. It scared her from her witts: she thought the divell had haunted her.
Suc. Valour deserves regard, myne shall propugne Your bewty gainst all opposers.
Bel. Alasse! mine is so meane, None will contend with it, it needs no champions.
Crac. Contemne me not, lady; I am—
Cla. A most egregious asse.
Crac. Most nobly propagatted; my father was a man Well fu[rnish'd] with white and yellow mettall.