Leoft. Say we grant this,
For if we ƒhould deny it, you'l not beleeue vs,
What will you inferre vpon it?
|Archid. What you'l groane for,||25|
There is a Moneth cal'd October; which brings in
Colde weather, there are trenches too, 'tis rumor'd
In which to ƒtand all night to the knees in water,
|In Gallants breeds the tooth-ach, there's a ƒport too||30|
Which you muƒt learne to play at: now in theƒe ƒeaƒons,
And choyƒe varietie of Exerciƒes,
(Nay I come to you) and faƒts not for Deuotion,
|Your rambling hunt-ƒmocke, feeles ƒtrange alterations,||35|
Inƒtead of his Miƒtris placket, then, he Curƒes
The time he ƒpent in midnight viƒitations;
|And findes what he ƒuperfluouƒly parted with,||40|
Would keepe him warmer then a Scarlet waƒt-coate,
Or an Armour linde with Furre. O welcome, welcome,
|You haue cut off my diƒcourƒe, but I well perƒit||45|
Diphil. Come, we are ƒtay'd for,
The General's a fire for a remoue,
And longs to be in action.
Archid. Tis my wiƒh too,
We muƒt part, nay no teares, my belt Cleora,
|I ƒhall melt too, and that were ominous.||50|
You, with that care and reuerence obƒerue her
Which you would pay to me, a kiƒƒe, farewell Girle.
Diphil. Peace wayte vpon you, faire one. Exeunt Archid.
|Timag. Twere impertinence Diphil. Pifander.||55|