Pellegrin. No, no, thou hatest it out of another reason,
Nassurat.
Nassurat. Prithee, what's that?
Pellegrin. Why, th'are so fine, th'are of no use that day.
Nassurat. Pellegrin is in good feeling! Sirrah, didst20
mark the lass i' th' green upon yellow, how she bridled
in her head, and danc'd a stroke in and a stroke out, like a
young fillet training to a pace?
Pellegrin. And how she kist, as if she had been sealing
and delivering herself up to the use of him that came25
last; parted with her sweetheart's lips still as unwillingly
and untowardly as soft wax from a dry seal?
Nassurat. True; and, when she kisses a gentleman, she
makes a curtsey, as who should say the favour was on his side.
What dull fools are we, to besiege a face three months for30
that trifle! Sometimes it holds out longer; and then this
is the sweeter flesh too!
Enter Fiddlers
Fiddler. You shall have horses ready at the time,
And good ones too (if there be truth in drink);
And, for your letters, they are there by this.35
Samorat. An excellent officer!
Enter Wedding of Clowns
Clown. Tut, tut, tut! that's a good one, i' faith! not dance? Come,
Come, strike up.
Samorat. Who are those that eye us so severely?
Belong they to the wedding?
Fiddlers. I know 'em not.40
Clown. Gentlemen, will't please you dance?
Soldier. No, keep your women: we'll take out others here.
Samorat! if I mistake not!
Samorat. Ha! betray'd
