Bora. I mean, the fashion.
Con. Yes, the fashion is the fashion.
Bora. Tush! I may as well say the fool’s the fool. But seest thou not what a deformed thief this fashion is?
[115] Watch. [Aside] I know that Deformed; a’ has been a [116] vile thief this seven year; a’ goes up and down like a gentleman: I remember his name.
Bora. Didst thou not hear somebody?
[119] Con. No; ’twas the vane on the house.
120 Bora. Seest thou not, I say, what a deformed thief this fashion is? how giddily a’ turns about all the hot bloods [122] between fourteen and five-and-thirty? sometimes fashioning [123] them like Pharaoh’s soldiers in the reeky painting, [124] sometime like god Bel’s priests in the old church-window, sometime 125 like the shaven Hercules in the smirched worm-eaten tapestry, where his codpiece seems as massy as his club?
[127] Con. All this I see; and I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man. But art not thou thyself [129] giddy with the fashion too, that thou hast shifted out of 130 thy tale into telling me of the fashion?
Bora. Not so, neither: but know that I have to-night wooed Margaret, the Lady Hero’s gentlewoman, by the name of Hero: she leans me out at her mistress’ chamber-window, bids me a thousand times good night,—I tell this 135 tale vilely:—I should first tell thee how the prince, Claudio and my master, planted and placed and possessed by my [137] master Don John, saw afar off in the orchard this amiable encounter.
[139] Con. And thought they Margaret was Hero?