What's the matter, Ned? Blunt. Pray view me
round, and judge- [Turns round. Belv. I must confess thou art a kind
of an odd Figure. Blunt. In a Spanish Habit with a Vengeance! I had
rather be in the inquisition for Judaism, than in this Doublet and
Breeches; a Pillory were an easy Collar to this, three Handfuls high;
and these Shoes too are worse than the Stocks, with the Sole an Inch
shorter than my Foot: In fine, Gentlemen, methinks I look altogether
like a Bag of Bays stuff'd full of Fools Flesh. Belv. Methinks 'tis
well, and makes thee look en Cavalier: Come, Sir, settle your Face,
and salute our Friends, Lady- Blunt. Hah! Say'st thou so, my little
Rover? [To Hell. Lady- (if you be one) give me leave to kiss your
Hand, and tell you, adsheartlikins, for all I look so, I am your
humble Servant- A Pox of my Spanish Habit. Will. Hark- what's this?
[Musick is heard to Play. Enter Boy. Boy. Sir, as the Custom is, the
gay People in Masquerade, who make every Man's House their own, are
coming up. Enter several Men and Women in masquing Habits, with
Musick, they put themselves in order and dance. Blunt. Adsheartlikins,
wou'd 'twere lawful to pull off their false Faces, that I might see if
my Doxy were not amongst 'em. Belv. Ladies and Gentlemen, since you
are come so a propos, you must take a small Collation with us.
Pages:
101
102
103
104
105
106
107
108
109
110
111
112
113
114
115
116
117
118
119
120
121
122
123
124
125