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Rh Reginella. Sure, I should learn it, sir, if you would teach it.

Orsabrin. Alas, thou taught'st it me;

It came with looking thus— [They gaze upon one another

Peridor. I will no longer be conceal'd, but tell

Her what I am, before this smooth-fac'd youth

Hath taken all the room up in her heart.

Ha!

Unbound!

And, sure, by her! Hell and furies!

What, ho! within there—

Practice escapes?—

Get me new irons to lead him unto death.

Orsabrin. I am so used to this, it takes away

The sense of it; I cannot think it strange.

Reginella. Alas! he never did intend to go.

Use him, for my sake, kindly!

I was not wont to be deni'd. Ah me!

They are hard-hearted all. What shall I do?

I'll to my governor, he'll not be thus cruel.

Nassurat. 'Tis a rare wench, she i' th' blue stockings:

what a complexion she had, when she was warm! 'Tis

a hard question of these country wenches, which are

simpler, their beauties or themselves. There's as much

difference betwixt a town-lady and one of these, as there

is betwixt a wild pheasant and a tame.

Pellegrin. Right. There goes such essencing, washing,

perfuming, daubing to th' other, that they are the least

part of themselves. Indeed, there's so much sauce a man

cannot taste the meat.

Nassurat. Let me kiss thee for that. By this light, I

hate a woman drest up to her height worse than I do sugar

with muscadine: it leaves no room for me to imagine I

could improve her, if she were mine. It looks like a jade,

with his tail tied up with ribbons, going to a fair to be sold.