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 Ant. What's your conceit in this?

Duch. I would have you leade your Fortune by the hand. Unto your marriage bed: (You speake in me this, for we now are one) We'll onely lie, and talke together, and plot T'appease my humorous kindred; and if you please (Like the old tale, in Alexander and Lodewicke) Lay a naked sword betweene us, keepe us chast: Oh, let me shrowd my blushes in your bosome, Since 'tis the treasury of all my secrets.

Car. Whether the spirit of greatnes, or of woman Raigne most in her, I know not, but it shewes A fearefull madnes, I owe her much of pitty.

Bos. You say, you would faine be taken, for an eminent Courtier?

Cast.

'Tis the very main of my ambition.

Bos. Let me see: you have a reasonable good face for't already, And your night-cap expresses your eares sufficient largely, I would have you learne to twirle the strings of your band with a Good grace; and in a set speech, (at th'end of every sentence,) To hum, three, or foure times, or blow your nose (till it smart againe,) To recover your memory, when you come to be a president in Criminall causes, if you smile upon a prisoner, hang him, but if You frowne upon him, and threaten him, let him be sure to scape The Gallowes.

Cast. I would be a very merrie president.

Bos. Do not sup a nights, 'twill beget you an admirable wit.

Cast. Rather it would make me have a good stomake to quarrel, For they say, your roaring-boyes eate meat seldome, And that makes them so valiant: But how shall I know whether the people take me