Abra. Indeed, there's reason there should be some difference in my legs, for one cost me twenty pounds more than the other.
Luc. In troth, both are not worth half the money.
C. Fred. I hold my life, one of them was broke, and cost so much the healing.
Abra. Right hath your lordship said; 'twas broke indeed
At foot-ball in the university.
Pen. I know he is in love by his verse-vein.
Strange. He cannot hold out on't: you shall hear.
Abra. Well, since I am disdain'd, off garters blue!
Which signify Sir Abram's love was true;
Off, cypress black! for thou befits not me;
Thou art not cypress of the cypress-tree,
Befitting lovers. Out, green shoe-strings, out!
Wither in pocket, since my Luce doth pout.
Gush, eyes; thump, hand; swell, heart; buttons, fly open!
Thanks, gentle doublet, else my heart had broken.
Now to thy father's country house at Babram
Hide post; there pine and die, poor, poor Sir Abram.
Omnes. O doleful dump!
[Music plays.
Sir J. Wor. Nay, you shall stay the wedding. Hark, the music!
Your bride is ready.
C. Fred. Put spirit in your fingers! louder still,
And the vast air with your enchantments fill.
[Exeunt omnes.