Tro. By Jove,[2212]
I will be patient.[2212]
Cres. Guardian!—why, Greek!
Dio. Foh, foh! adieu; you palter.[2213]
Cres. In faith, I do not: come hither once again.
Ulyss. You shake, my lord, at something: will you go?[2214] 50
You will break out.[2214]
Tro. She strokes his cheek!
Ulyss. Come, come.
Tro. Nay, stay; by Jove, I will not speak a word:
There is between my will and all offences
A guard of patience: stay a little while.
Ther. How the devil luxury, with his fat rump and 55
potato-finger, tickles these together! Fry, lechery, fry![2215]
Dio. But will you, then?[2216]