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Spa. There he rubb'd your forehead; 'Twas a tough blow.
Sec. It smarts.
Mor. Pox on him ! let him
Sec. You are a scurvy fellow, and I am made a cokes, an ass; and this same filthy crone's a Airt.
Whoop, do me no harm, good—woman.? [Exit. Spa. Now, now he's in! I must not leave
[Exit. Troy. Morosa, what means this?
Mor. I know not, I;
[Exit. Clar. You were indeed too broad, too violent. Flo. Here's nothing meant but mirth.
Sil. The gentleman
Clar. Somewhat bitter
Cast. For which I promise him,
? Whoop, du me no harm, good man ! is the burden of an old song; it is quoted by the clown in Winter's Tale, and is mentioned in several other places. Ritson says, that the tune of the old ballad is still preserved in a collection of " Ayres for the Lute and Basse Violl, by W. Caroline, 1610.”
Troy. So she protested, signor.
Mor. Hence! there enters
Troy. Time prevents us, Love and sweet thoughts accompany this presence.
[Exeunt Troy. and Rom.
Enter OCTAVIO, Secco, and Livio. Oct. (To Secco.) Enough! slip off, and on your life be secret.
[Exit Sec. A lovely day, young creatures ! to you, Floria, To
you, Clarella, Silvia, to all, service! But who is this fair stranger ?
Liv. Castamela, My sister, noble lord.
Oct. Let ignorance
Cast. I find them
[Aside. Oct. Here are no public sights nor courtly visitWhich youth and active blood might stray in
Liv. Sir, I dare answer
Cast. Well play'd, brother! [Music within.
Mor. Please your lordship,
Oct. I dare not be the author
Mor. Walk on, dear ladies.
[Exit, followed by Liv. Flo. Clar. and Sil. Oct. (Detaining Cast.). With pardon, You are not of the number, I presume, yet,
My sister's resolution.] i. e. her settled, her confirmed opinion. Surquedry, which occurs in the next line, is used by our old writers for excess of pride, presumption, &c.; from sur and cuider, Fr. over-conceit.
To be enjoin'd to hours. If you please,
a Of their proficience; pray, vouchsafe the favour.
Cast. I am, sir, in a place to be commanded, As now the present urgeth.
Oct. No compulsion, That were too hard a word; where you' are sove
is law: I have a suit t’ye.
love. Cast. To whom? I am not So weary of the authority I hold
I Over mine own contents in sleeps and wakings, That I'd resign my liberty to any Who should controul it.
Oct. Neither I intend so;
Cast. Of what nature ?
Cast. Oh, my lord,
Oct. Love, dear maid,
That bounty can withhold: this académy
Cast. You have, belike, then,
Oct. To be pleasant
Cast. No worse you dare not to imagine,
wickedness your dotage
Oct. The proffer of a noble courtesy
Cast. A courtesy ?-a bondage:
you hold a seeming league with charity, Of pestilent nature, keeping hospitality