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Enter Clotten, and the two Lords.

Clot. Was there euer man had such lucke? when I kist the Iacke vpon an vp-cast, to be hit away? I had a hundred pound on’t: and then a whorson Iacke-an-Apes, must take me vp for swearing, as if I borrowed mine oathes of him, and might not spend them at my pleasure

1. What got he by that? you haue broke his pate

with your Bowle

2. If his wit had bin like him that broke it: it would

haue run all out

Clot. When a Gentleman is dispos’d to sweare: it is

not for any standers by to curtall his oathes. Ha?

2. No my Lord; nor crop the eares of them

Clot. Whorson dog: I gaue him satisfaction? would

he had bin one of my Ranke

2. To haue smell’d like a Foole

Clot. I am not vext more at any thing in th’ earth: a pox on’t I had rather not be so Noble as I am: they dare not fight with me, because of the Queene my Mother: euery Iacke-Slaue hath his belly full of Fighting, and I must go vp and downe like a Cock, that no body can match

2. You are Cocke and Capon too, and you crow

Cock, with your combe on

Clot. Sayest thou?

2. It is not fit your Lordship should vndertake euery

Companion, that you giue offence too

Clot. No, I know that: but it is fit I should commit

offence to my inferiors

2. I, it is fit for your Lordship onely

Clot. Why so I say

1. Did you heere of a Stranger that’s come to Court

night?

Clot. A Stranger, and I not know on’t?

2. He’s a strange Fellow himselfe, and knowes it not

1. There’s an Italian come, and ‘tis thought one of

Leonatus Friends

Clot. Leonatus? A banisht Rascall; and he’s another,

whatsoeuer he be. Who told you of this Stranger?

1. One of your Lordships Pages

Clot. Is it fit I went to looke vpon him? Is there no

derogation in’t?

2. You cannot derogate my Lord

Clot. Not easily I thinke

2. You are a Foole graunted, therefore your Issues

being foolish do not derogate

Clot. Come, Ile go see this Italian: what I haue lost

to day at Bowles, Ile winne to night of him. Come: go

2. Ile attend your Lordship.

Enter.

That such a craftie Diuell as is his Mother

Should yeild the world this Asse: A woman, that

Beares all downe with her Braine, and this her Sonne,

Cannot take two from twenty for his heart,

And leaue eighteene. Alas poore Princesse,

Thou diuine Imogen, what thou endur’st,

Betwixt a Father by thy Stepdame gouern’d,

A Mother hourely coyning plots: A Wooer,

More hatefull then the foule expulsion is

Of thy deere Husband. Then that horrid Act

Of the diuorce, heel’d make the Heauens hold firme

The walls of thy deere Honour. Keepe vnshak’d

That Temple thy faire mind, that thou maist stand

T’ enioy thy banish’d Lord: and this great Land.

Exeunt.