tickling.[Exit.
Mal. 'Tis but fortune; all is fortune. Maria once told
me she did affect me: and I have heard herself come thus
near, that, should she fancy, it should be one of my complexion.
Besides, she uses me with a more exalted respect
than any one else that follows her. What should I think
on't?
Sir To. Here's an overweening rogue!
Fab. O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock