Pal. So;
He must first learn to fight, ere she to love.

[Aside.

Joc. What would Sir Gregory?

Sir Gre. That you would love me.

Joc. No; you must cast your slough first: can you see
Ought in yourself worth loving? Have you ever,
Since our unhappy meeting, us'd a glass,
And not been startled in the sad perusal
Of your affrightful physnomy? Sir, hear me;
And let me beg your patience, if you hear
Aught may disrelish you. When th' camel shall
Trans-shape himself into a nimble weasel,
Or such-like active creature, and this bunch,
Which Nemesis has on your shoulders pitch'd
(This bunch of grapes, I mean) shall levell'd be,

[She lays her hand upon his shoulders.

And brought into proportion by a press
Equally squeezing, till it shall retain
Adonis' feature, I shall value you,
And hug you for my consort. But till then
Excuse my strangeness.

Sal. So; his cause is heard:
He must unshape himself to gain her love.

Med. Sir Tristram Shorttool, have you ought to do
In this pursuit of fancy?

Sir Tris. Something, madam.