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] At all; but tamely thus to be surpris'd

In so unhandsome a disguise.

Pellegrin. Is't even so? Why then

'Farewell the plumed troops and the big wars,

Which made ambition virtue.'

Nassurat. Ay, ay; let them go, let them go.

Pellegrin. Have you ever a stratagem, Nassurat?

'Twould be very seasonable. What think you now?

Are you designed for the helm of state? Can you laver

against this tempest?

Nassurat. Prithee, let me alone: I am thinking for life.

Pellegrin. Yes, 'tis for life, indeed; would 'twere not!

Clown. This is very strange: let's follow after, and see

if we can understand it.

Peridor. A mere phantasm, rais'd by art to try thee.

Orsabrin. Good kind devil, try me once more:

Help me to the sight of this phantasm again.

Peridor. Thou art undone.

Wert thou not amorous in th' other world?

Didst not love women?

Orsabrin. Who did hate them?

Peridor. Why, there's it:

Thou thought'st there was no danger in the sin,

Because 'twas common.

Above the half of that vast multitude,

Which fills this place, women sent hither; and they

Are highliest punished still, that love the handsomest.

Orsabrin. A very lying devil this, certainly!

Peridor. All that had their women with you,

Suffer with us.

Orsabrin. By your friendship's favour, though,

There's no justice in that: some of them

Suffered enough, in all conscience, by 'em there.

Peridor. O, this is now your mirth;

But when you shall be pinch'd into a jelly,

Or made into a cramp all over, these

Will be sad truths.

Orsabrin. He talks oddly now; I do not like it. Dost hear?