840Clot. Was there euer man had such lucke? when I kist

841the Iacke vpon an vp-cast, to be hit away? I had a hun-

842dred pound on't: and then a whorson Iacke-an-Apes,

843must take me vp for swearing, as if I borrowed mine

844oathes of him, and might not spend them at my pleasure.

8451. What got he by that? you haue broke his pate

846with your Bowle.

8472. If his wit had bin like him that broke it: it would

848haue run all out.

849Clot. When a Gentleman is dispos'd to sweare: it is

850not for any standers by to curtall his oathes. Ha?

8512. No my Lord; nor crop the eares of them.

852Clot. Whorson dog: I gaue him satisfaction? would

853he had bin one of my Ranke.

8542. To haue smell'd like a Foole.

855Clot. I am not vext more at any thing in th' earth: a

856pox on't. I had rather not be so Noble as I am: they dare

857not fight with me, because of the Queene my Mo-

858ther: euery Iacke-Slaue hath his belly full of Fighting,

859and I must go vp and downe like a Cock, that no body

860can match.

8612. You are Cocke and Capon too, and you crow

862Cock, with your combe on.

863Clot. Sayest thou?

8642. It is not fit you Lordship should vndertake euery

865Companion, that you giue offence too.

866Clot. No, I know that: but it is fit I should commit

867offence to my inferiors.

8682. I, it is fit for your Lordship onely.

869Clot. Why so I say.

8701. Did you heere of a Stranger that's come to Court

871night?

872Clot. A Stranger, and I not know on't?

8732. He's a strange Fellow himselfe, and knowes it not.

8741. There's an Italian come, and 'tis thought one of

875Leonatus Friends.

876Clot. Leonatus? A banisht Rascall; and he's another,

877whatsoeuer he be. Who told you of this Stranger?

8781. One of your Lordships Pages.

879Clot. Is it fit I went to looke vpon him? Is there no

880derogation in't?

8812. You cannot derogate my Lord.

882Clot. Not easily I thinke.

8832. You are a Foole graunted, therefore your Issues

884being foolish do not derogate.

885Clot. Come, Ile go see this Italian: what I haue lost

886to day at Bowles, Ile winne to night of him. Come: go.

8872. Ile attend your Lordship. Exit.

888That such a craftie Diuell as is his Mother

889Should yeild the world this Asse: A woman, that

890Beares all downe with her Braine, and this her Sonne,

891Cannot take two from twenty for his heart,

892And leaue eighteene. Alas poore Princesse,

893Thou diuine Imogen, what thou endur'st,

894Betwixt a Father by thy Step-dame gouern'd,

895A Mother hourely coyning plots: A Wooer,

896More hatefull then the foule expulsion is

897Of thy deere Husband. Then that horrid Act

898Of the diuorce, heel'd make the Heauens hold firme

899The walls of thy deere Honour. Keepe vnshak'd

900That Temple thy faire mind, that thou maist stand

901T' enioy thy banish'd Lord: and this great Land. Exeunt.