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You measure what I say, the common nature
Mal. Not I, sir.
Aurel. Or that other private ends Sift your retirements.
Fut. Under favour,
Mal. To me!_Your mind.
[Gives him the letter.
Aurel. He is a noble gentleman, withal
Mal. You know from whence this comes ?
Mal. D'ye laugh!
[Throws him the letter.
Bear back that paper to the hell from whence
gave thee thy directions! tell this lord,
Fut. You wrong him.
Mal. Say, I know this whore.
Aurel. You range too wildly now,
Mal. I am A gentleman free born, I never wore The rags of any great man's looks, nor fed Upon their after-meals; I never crouch'd Unto the offal of an office promised, (Reward for long attendance,) and then miss'd. I read no difference between this huge, This monstrous big word lord, and gentleman, More than the title sounds; for aught I learn, The latter is as noble as the first, I am sure more ancient.
Aurel. Let me tell you then, You are too bitter, talk you know not what. Make all men equals, and confound all course Of order, and of nature! this is madness.
Mal. 'Tis so; and I have reason to be mad,
Fut. I shall report your answer. [Exit.
Mal. What have I
Mal. Not so;
Aurelio, You are as I am, &c.] This expression, which is not uncommon in our old writers, means, suppose you were, -or rather, “put yourself—in my place,” &c.
ACT II. SCENE I.
Enter FUTELLI and GUZMAN.
Guz. We understand.
Fut. In subtleties of war,-I talk t’ye now in your own occupation, Your trade, or what you please,-unto a soldier, Surprisal of an enemy by stratagem, Or downright cutting throats is all one thing.
Guz. Most certain: on, proceed.
Fut. By way of parallel; You drill or exercise your company, (No matter which, for terms,) before
draw Into the field; so in the feats of courtship, First, choice is made of thoughts, behaviour,
Guz. We understand all these: advance.
in face,-your mistress, mark it !
Place there an ambuscado,—that's contract
tion;Or offer truce, and in the interim, Run upon slaughter, 'tis a noble treachery,That's swear and lie; steal her away, and to her Cast caps, and cry
victoria! the field's Thine own, my Don, she's thine.
Guz. We do vouchsafe her.
Guz. As fast as can the arms
your war over-worn habiliments,
Guz. 'Tis soon done.
hast, More than that walking wardrobe on thy back.
[Aside. Guz. Imagine first our rich mockado? doublet, With our cut cloth-of-gold sleeves, and our
quellio, Our diamond-button'd callamanco hose,
? Our rich mockado doublet,] i. e. an inferior kind of velvet, velveret : quellio, which occurs in the following line, is a ruff.