Fri. You begun first with what your ulcerous flesh,
If I be not deceiv'd, infected is.
[The Favourites, as they appeared to their half-bodies in the preceding scene: so the deserted Knights become spectators of those public affronts done them by their Ladies: only presenting themselves, and so withdrawing.
Hus. Hah, hah, hah! how neatly be these widgeons catcht in their own springes!
Trillo from the gallery.
Bravely continued, Timon, as I live;
Each subtle strain deserves a laurel sprig.
Fri. "Pox on these overacting prostitutes
They sate mine appetite."
Car. What might I say,
That should disrelish Madam Caveare?
Cav. You rant it bravely, sir. "Fancy so fed
Begets a surfeit ere it gets to bed."
Jul. You, Palisado, stand more resolute;
"Ere I Platonic turn or Confidant,
Or an officious servant to a puss
Whose honour lies at stake, let me become
A scorn to my relations."
Joc. "Or when I"
(Thus I deblazon you, base Salibrand)
"Engage my person, like a profess'd bolt
To vindicate a mistress, who for sale
Would set her soul at hazard, may my grave
Be in the kennel, and the scavenger
The penman of my epitaph."