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SCENE II.

Pamphilus leering after her.
Pam.
Iust like a Dogg with's mouth watering at
A Frumetty pot had scalded his chops before,
I look after these Wenches now, who ar all too hot for me;
Besides, that which keeps me most in aw,
Is the inkling I have of an odd punishment they have here,
To marry unruly Youngsters to old women, just
Like Doggs nose, beyond all possibility
Of ever heating 'um, and this they call forsooth
Mortification, in the Devils name,
A good cooler for him, but too cool for me.
But see where my quondam wife comes here with her Gallant,
Who took her from me, my stomack rises at him,—
Scurvy fellow,—none but my wife serve his turn?—
A little thing would make me bumbast him,—
If I thought he would not bumbast me agen.

Exit Grumbling, and looking spightfully towards Philander