Torcular. No, I will be just to a scruple.
Peridor. Well said, well said: out with it.
Torcular. Put down two old ladies more.25
Peridor. I' th' name of wonder, how could he think of old
In such variety of young?
Torcular. Alas! I could never be quiet for them.
Peridor. Poor gentleman!
Well, what's to be done with him now? Shall he30
Be thrown into the caldron with the cuckolds?
Thief. Or with the jealous? that's the hotter place.
Peridor. Thou mistakest; 'tis the same: they go together
still. Jealous and cuckolds differ no otherwise than
sheriff and alderman: a little time makes the one th' other.35
What think you of gelding him, and sending him to earth
again amongst his women? 'Twould be like throwing a
dead fly into an ant's nest; there should be such tearing
and pulling, and getting up upon him, they would worry
the poor thing to death!40
1st Thief. Excellent! Or leave a string, as they do
sometimes in young colts. Desire and impotence would
be a rare punishment.
Peridor. Fie, fie, the common disease of age! every old man has it.
Enter Tamoren and more Thieves, leading Orsabrin
A prize, a prize, a prize
