Safe in my armes will I keepe thee, threat Mars or thunder Olympus.
Zant. Foe, what greasie groome have wee here? Hee looks as 615 though hee crept out of the backeside of the Well; and speakes like a drum perisht at the west end.
Huan. O that I might, but I may not, woe to my destenie therefore,[1110]
Kisse that I claspe,—but I cannot; tell mee my destenie where-fore? 620
Zant. Whoope nowe I have my dreame, did you never heare so great a wonder as this?
Three blue beanes in a blue bladder, rattle, bladder, rattle.[1111]
Huan. Ile nowe set my countenance and to hir in prose; it may 625 be this rim ram ruffe[1112] is too rude an incounter.
Let me, faire Ladie, if you be at leisure, revell with your sweetnes, and raile uppon that cowardly Conjurer, that hath cast me or congealed mee rather into an unkinde sleepe and polluted my carcasse.
Zantyppa. Laugh, laugh, Zantyppa, thou hast thy fortune, a foole 630 and a husbande under one.
Huan. Truely, sweete heart, as I seeme, about some twenty yeares, the very Aprill of mine age.