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50 Pist. As many devils [entertain]; and ‘To her, boy,’ say I.
Nym. The humour rises; it is good: humour me the angels.
Fal. I have writ me here a letter to her: and here another to Page’s wife, who even now gave me good eyes 55 too, examined my parts with most judicious [œillades]; sometimes the beam of her view [gilded] my foot, sometimes my portly belly.
Pist. Then did the sun on dunghill shine.
Nym. I thank thee for that humour.
60 Fal. O, she did so course o’er my exteriors with such a greedy intention, that the appetite of her eye did seem to scorch me up like a burning-glass! Here’s another letter to her: she bears the purse too; she is a region in Guiana, all gold and bounty. I will be [cheaters] to them both, and 65 they shall be exchequers to me; they shall be my East and West Indies, and I will trade to them both. Go bear thou this letter to Mistress Page; and thou this to Mistress Ford: we will thrive, lads, we will thrive.
Pist. Shall I Sir Pandarus of Troy become,
70 And by my side wear steel? then, Lucifer take all!
Nym. I will run no base humour: here, take the humour-letter: I will keep the haviour of reputation.
Fal. [To Robin] Hold, sirrah, bear you these letters [tightly];