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196 Pellegrin. No, no, thou hatest it out of another reason,

Nassurat.

Nassurat. Prithee, what's that?

Pellegrin. Why, th'are so fine, th'are of no use that day.

Nassurat. Pellegrin is in good feeling! Sirrah, didst

mark the lass i' th' green upon yellow, how she bridled

in her head, and danc'd a stroke in and a stroke out, like a

young fillet training to a pace?

Pellegrin. And how she kist, as if she had been sealing

and delivering herself up to the use of him that came

last; parted with her sweetheart's lips still as unwillingly

and untowardly as soft wax from a dry seal?

Nassurat. True; and, when she kisses a gentleman, she

makes a curtsey, as who should say the favour was on his side.

What dull fools are we, to besiege a face three months for

that trifle! Sometimes it holds out longer; and then this

is the sweeter flesh too!

Fiddler. You shall have horses ready at the time,

And good ones too (if there be truth in drink);

And, for your letters, they are there by this.

Samorat. An excellent officer!

Clown. Tut, tut, tut! that's a good one, i' faith! not dance? Come,

Come, strike up. [They dance: in that time enter Soldiers muffled up in their cloaks Samorat. Who are those that eye us so severely?

Belong they to the wedding?

Fiddlers. I know 'em not.

Clown. Gentlemen, will't please you dance? [Clowns offer their women to them to dance Soldier. No, keep your women: we'll take out others here.

Samorat! if I mistake not!

Samorat. Ha! betray'd!

Clown. How now! what's the matter? abuse our fiddlers!

2nd Soldier. These are no fiddlers, fools. Obey the

Prince's officers, unless you desire to go to prison too.

Samorat. The thought of what must follow disquiets not