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Scena 4.

Flambio. Agroicus.
Flam.
How happy am I in my bud of youth?
The blossome of my nonage is not blowne,
Nor doe the strength of nature (yet) beginne
To uneffeminate my downy cheeke.
I place no happinesse in womens smiles,
Nor torture in their ill-becomming frownes,
My heart is shot-free (yet) nor doth it lye
In the faire casket of a Females eye,
But haile Agroicus, what think'st of love.

Agroicus.

In good sooth, I know not how to devine it, or give an extract deminution of it, but as I deceive, its very nocent, and almost omninocent, where it gits the upper hand.

Love and the botts have kill'd many an old horse, my Grandame told me that.

And I have heard an old blancient boet say that Megander swum through Hell to his Hero, I thinke hee was a Goose to doe so; And yet my Zonne Tom did

more the 'tother day, he leapt over a high wall, and waded through a deepe moate past his depth, to git to Margery.

As I came up at the butt londs end, I met him in that case, but O, how did I bemire, and wonder, to see his new slop and all his cloathes bejeered with the mud of the pond he ran through.

The old Boet I bominated before, said, That when folke fell in love, a blind naked boy, he called him Stupid, shot them, 'Twas he shot my Zonne Tom, by the Maskins I would give the best cow in my yard, to find out this raskall Stupid, and I would thrash him, as I did the Henne last Shrove-tuesday.

Exeunt.