[412] [Old copy, herodian.]
[413] [Old copy, chance.]
[ACT IV.]
Enter Erastus and Piston.
Piston.
Faith, master, methinks you are unwise
That you wear not the high sugarloaf hat
And the gilded gown the emperor gave you.
Erastus.
Peace, fool! a sable weed fits discontent:
Away, be gone.
Piston.
I'll go provide your supper:
A shoulder of mutton and never a salad.