Reginella. Sure, I should learn it, sir, if you would teach it.
Orsabrin. Alas, thou taught'st it me;
It came with looking thus—40
Enter Peridor
Peridor. I will no longer be conceal'd, but tell
Her what I am, before this smooth-fac'd youth
Hath taken all the room up in her heart.
Ha!
Unbound!45
And, sure, by her! Hell and furies!
What, ho! within there—
Enter other Thieves
Practice escapes?—
Get me new irons to lead him unto death.
Orsabrin. I am so used to this, it takes away50
The sense of it; I cannot think it strange.
Reginella. Alas! he never did intend to go.
Use him, for my sake, kindly!
I was not wont to be deni'd. Ah me!
They are hard-hearted all. What shall I do?55
I'll to my governor, he'll not be thus cruel.[Exeunt
Scene III
Enter Samorat, Nassurat, and Pellegrin
Nassurat. 'Tis a rare wench, she i' th' blue stockings:
what a complexion she had, when she was warm! 'Tis
a hard question of these country wenches, which are
simpler, their beauties or themselves. There's as much
difference betwixt a town-lady and one of these, as there5
is betwixt a wild pheasant and a tame.
Pellegrin. Right. There goes such essencing, washing,
perfuming, daubing to th' other, that they are the least
part of themselves. Indeed, there's so much sauce a man
cannot taste the meat.10
Nassurat. Let me kiss thee for that. By this light, I
hate a woman drest up to her height worse than I do sugar
with muscadine: it leaves no room for me to imagine I
could improve her, if she were mine. It looks like a jade,
with his tail tied up with ribbons, going to a fair to be sold.15
