De. Do not you love a gentlewoman?
Cou. If she be a friend of yours ile take the first Occasion to neglect her for your sake.
De. It will become your wisdome and your safety.
Cou. What mischiefe have done to your face?
De. My face?
Cou. You looke so scurvily; come hither, thou
New Monster, with more feet then a Caterpiller;
What tyme a day ist? you that move upon
So many wheeles, say, Monsier, are you not
A walkeing Clock? I have a mighty mind
To see you tooke a peeces.
De. I doe not like this.— You wo'not put me, sir, together againe.
Cou. I wo'not take the paines. Why do you smile now?
De. At your conceite to thinke I was a Clock: I am a watch, I never strike.—Hee's valiant.
Cou. You have pretty colours there; are these your Mistresses?