Clo. O Lord, sir! There's a simple putting off. More,
more, a hundred of them.
Count. Sir, I am a poor friend of yours, that loves you.
40Clo. O Lord, sir! Thick, thick, spare not me.
Count. I think, sir, you can eat none of this homely meat.
Clo. O Lord, sir! Nay, put me to't, I warrant you.
Count. You were lately whipped, sir, as I think.
Clo. O Lord, sir! spare not me.
45Count. Do you cry, 'O Lord, sir!' at your whipping,
and 'spare not me'? Indeed your 'O Lord, sir!' is very
sequent to your whipping: you would answer very well to
a whipping, if you were but bound to't.
Clo. I ne'er had worse luck in my life in my 'O Lord,
50sir!' I see things may serve long, [but] not serve ever.
Count. [I play] the noble [housewife] with the time,
To [entertain 't] so merrily with a fool.