Which, as my mother, Heaven rest her soul,
Was wont to say
GUZMAN.
I'll stay and hear it all another time;
I am in haste.[Exit.
PIETRO (looking after him with displeasure).
Full of their youthful sports, should be impatient
When sober serious men begin to speak,
Is nothing marv'llous; it was always so.
But now the evil still goes on increasing,
And men of middle age and understanding
Are ev'n as light and foolish as the young.
An evil sign, I trow, of evil times.
Should it go on increasing, by my certes!
Ere I have spoken half a sentence, off
Each foolish varlet I address will run,
And leave me most discourteously to find,
As it may chance, another auditor
For the remaining half.—O foolish times!
Foolish and evil too
