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You measure what I say, the common nature
Mal. Not I, sir.
Fut. Under favour,
Mal. To me!-Your mind.
[Gives him the letter.
Aurel. He is a noble gentleman, withal
fair demeanor, an example; Titles of honour add not to his worth, Who is himself an honour to his titles.
Mal. You know from whence this comes ?
Mal. D'ye laugh!
[Throws him the letter.
Bear back that paper to the hell from whence
Fut. You wrong him.
Mal. Say, I know this whore.
Aurel. You range too wildly now,
Mal. I am
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,
Aurel. We will consider The meaning of this mystery.
Mal. Not so; Let them fear bondage who are slaves to fear, The sweetest freedom is an honest heart. [Exeunt.
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 Into the field; so in the feats of courtship, First, choice is made of thoughts, behaviour,
words, The set of looks, the posture of the beard, Beso las manos, cringes of the knee, The very hums and ha’s, thumps, and ah me's! Guz. We understand all these: advance.
Fut. Then next, Your enemy in face,-your mistress, mark it! Now you consult either to skirmish slightly, That's careless amours,—or to enter battle; Then fall to open treaty, or to work By secret spies or gold : here you corrupt The chambermaid, a fatal engine, or
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
Fut. No, She has skipt your hold; my imagination's eyes Perceive, she not endures the touch or scent Of
your war over-worn habiliments, Which I forgot in my
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,
2 Our rich mockado doublet,] i. e. an inferior kind of velvet, velveret : quellio, which occurs in the following line, is a ruff.