That would not fit their yeares? have I seene thee 55
Pupell[1677] such greene yong things, and with thy counsell
Tutor their wits? and art thou now infected
With this disease of imperfection?
I blush for thee, ashamed at thy shame.
Mi. Bar. A shame on her that makes thee rate me so! 60
M. Bar. O black mouth'd rage, thy breath is boysterous,
And thou makst vertue shake at this high storme!
Shees[1678] of good report; I know thou knowst it.
Mi. Bar. She is not, nor I know not, but I know