LIN. I must abroad presently: reach me my best necklace presently.
PHA. Ah, Lingua, are you there?
AUD. Here take this rope, and I'll help the leader close with the second bell. Fie, fie, there's a goodly peal clean-spoiled.
VIS. I'll lay my life that gentlewoman is painted: well, well, I know it; mark but her nose: do you not see the complexion crack out? I must confess 'tis a good picture.
TAC. Ha, ha, ha! fie, I pray you leave, you tickle me so: oh, ha, ha, ha! take away your hands, I cannot endure; ah, you tickle me, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
VIS. Hai, Rett, Rett, Rett, now, bird, now,—look about that bush, she trussed her thereabout.—Here she is, ware wing, Cater,[322] ware wing, avaunt.
LIN. Mum, mum, mum, mum.
PHA. Hist, sirrah, take heed you wake her not.
HEU. I know, sir, she is fast asleep, for her mouth is shut.
LIN. This 'tis to venture upon such uncertainties; to lose so rich a crown to no end, well, well.