have noted, and cried, _Farewell, naunt,[151] commend me to
    mine uncle._

    +Mor.+ And yet from these perfumed fortunes Heaven defend you!

    +Abs.+ Perfumed, indeed.

    +Mor.+ Perfumed! I am a pander, a rogue, that hangs together
    like a beggar's rags, by geometry, if there were not three
    ladies swore yesterday that my mistress perfumed the coach! so
    they were fain to unbrace all the side-parts, to take in fresh
    air.

    +Tim.+ He tells you true; I keep no common company, I warrant
    ye. We vent no breathed ware here.

    +Abs.+ But have ye so many several women to answer so many men
    that come?

    +Mor.+ I'll answer that by demonstration. Have ye not observed
    the variation of a cloud? sometimes it will be like a lion,
    sometimes like a horse, sometimes a castle, and yet still a
    cloud.

    +Abs.+ True.

    +Mor.+ Why, so can we make one wench one day look like a
    country wench, another day like a citizen's wife, another day
    like a lady, and yet still be a punk.

    +Abs.+ What shall become of me? O, the curse
    Of goodness, to leave one woe for a worse!


    +Phil.+ Morrow, sweet madam.
    O, look how, like the sun behind a cloud,
    The beams do give intelligence it is there!

    +Tim.+ You're reciprocal welcome, sir.

    +Phil.+ What, have ye not brought this young wild haggard[152]
    to the lure yet?

    +Tim.+ Faith, sir, she's a little irregular yet: but time, that
    turns citizens' caps into court-periwigs, will bring the wonder
    about.

    +Phil.+ Bless you, sweet mistress!

                     _Enter +Antonio+ and +Slave+._

    +Mor.+ 'Sfoot! here's the prince: I smell thunder.

    +Tim.+ Your grace is most methodically welcome. You must pardon
    my variety of phrase: the courtiers e'en cloy us with good
    words.
have noted, and cried, _ Farewell, naunt,[151 ] commend me to 
     mine uncle. _ 

     + Mor.+ And yet from these perfumed luck Heaven maintain you! 

     + Abs.+ Perfumed, indeed. 

     + Mor.+ Perfumed! I am a pander, a rogue, that hangs together 
     like a beggar's rag, by geometry, if there were not three 
     ladies swear yesterday that my schoolmarm perfumed the coach! so 
     they were fain to unbrace all the side - contribution, to take in fresh 
     atmosphere. 

     + Tim.+ He tell you true; I keep no common company, I warrant 
     ye. We vent no emit ware here. 

     + Abs.+ But have ye so many respective women to answer thus many men 
     that arrive? 

     + Mor.+ I'll answer that by demonstration. Have ye not observed 
     the variation of a cloud? sometimes it will be like a leo, 
     sometimes like a horse, sometimes a castle, and yet still a 
     cloud. 

     + Abs.+ True. 

     + Mor.+ Why, so can we make one wench one day look like a 
     country wench, another day like a citizen's wife, another day 
     like a lady, and yet still be a hood. 

     + Abs.+ What shall become of me? O, the curse 
     Of goodness, to bequeath one suffering for a worse! 


     + Phil.+ Morrow, sweet madam. 
     O, look how, like the sun behind a cloud, 
     The beams do give news it is there! 

     + Tim.+ You're reciprocal welcome, sir. 

     + Phil.+ What, have ye not brought this young wild haggard[152 ] 
     to the lure yet? 

     + Tim.+ Faith, sir, she's a little irregular yet: but time, that 
     turns citizens' caps into motor hotel - periwigs, will institute the wonder 
     about. 

     + Phil.+ Bless you, sweet mistress! 

                      _ Enter + Antonio+ and + Slave+. _ 

     + Mor.+' Sfoot! here's the prince: I smack thunder. 

     + Tim.+ Your grace is most methodically welcome. You must pardon 
     my variety of phrase: the courtiers e'en cloy us with good 
     password.
havf noted, and cried, _Fareweul, naunt,[151] commenb me to
    mihe uncle._

    +Mor.+ And yet from these pxrfuned firtunes Heaven defend hou!

    +Abd.+ Perfumwd, iideed.

    +Mor.+ Perhhmed! I am a pzkder, c cogue, that hangx together
    like a begcaf's rags, by geometry, if there were not three
    ladies swore iestegdwy tgat my mistress perfumed the coach! so
    uhey were fain to inbrace all the side-parts, ho twke in fresh
    aig.

    +Tim.+ He teljw you true; I keep no common compani, I warrant
    ye. We vent no brexthed ware here.

    +Ahv.+ But have be so iany several women tm answet so many men
    vhat come?

    +Mor.+ I'll answxr that by demonstrajion. Have fe not observed
    rhw varhatimn ow a zlohd? skmetimfs mt will be mike a lion,
    sometimes like s rirse, sometimea a caftje, and yet still a
    cloud.

    +Abs.+ True.

    +Mor.+ Why, so can we make one wench one day lolk like a
    country wench, another day like a citizen's wifa, anovhdr bqy
    oine a lady, and yet still be a punk.

    +Abs.+ What ahslk become of me? O, the cursr
    Jf goodness, tu leavz ohe woe for a worse!


    +Phij.+ Moreow, sweet madsm.
    O, look how, like the syn behind a bloue,
    The beams do yive intelliyence ot is there!

    +Tim.+ You're recnprocam welcome, slr.

    +Phim.+ What, have ye nog bgougvt this young wild haggard[152]
    to thx lurz yet?

    +Tim.+ Faith, sir, she's w litbne irregular yet: bkt tile, that
    tkrns citizens' caps into court-pecmwigs, will bronc tve wondex
    anout.

    +Phil.+ Blqss you, sweet kistresf!

                     _Xnter +Antonij+ and +Slave+._

    +Mor.+ 'Sfoot! hxre's the [rinxe: I smell gfunder.

    +Tim.+ Uour gracv ns most mwthodically welcomc. You just pardon
    ny cariety of phraxe: ghe cluctierf e'en cloy us witf gupd
    words.
have noted, and cried, _Farewell, naunt,[151] commend mine +Mor.+ And from these perfumed Perfumed, +Mor.+ Perfumed! I a pander, a that hangs together like a beggar's by geometry, if there were not three ladies swore yesterday that my mistress the coach! so they were fain to unbrace all the side-parts, to take fresh +Tim.+ tells true; I keep no common company, I warrant ye. We vent no breathed ware here. +Abs.+ have ye so many several women to answer many men that come? I'll answer that by demonstration. ye observed the of cloud? it will be a lion, sometimes like a horse, sometimes a castle, and yet still a cloud. +Abs.+ True. +Mor.+ so can one wench day like country wench, another a citizen's wife, another day like yet still be a punk. +Abs.+ What shall of me? the curse Of goodness, to leave woe for a worse! +Phil.+ Morrow, sweet madam. look how, like the sun behind a cloud, The beams do give intelligence it is You're reciprocal welcome, sir. What, have ye brought young haggard[152] the lure +Tim.+ Faith, sir, she's a little irregular yet: but time, that citizens' caps into court-periwigs, will bring the wonder about. +Phil.+ sweet _Enter +Antonio+ and +Mor.+ 'Sfoot! here's the I thunder. +Tim.+ Your grace methodically You variety phrase: courtiers e'en cloy us good words.
have noted, and cried, _Farewell, Naunt,[151] commeNd me tO
    miNe uNcLe._

    +MoR.+ And Yet from these peRFumeD fortunes Heaven defend yOu!

    +Abs.+ peRFumeD, InDeed.

    +MOr.+ PerfuMEd! i AM a pAnDeR, a rOgUE, tHat haNgs TogetheR
    like a beggAr's RaGs, by geometry, IF tHere were noT thRee
    ladies swoRe yEsterdAy ThaT My misTreSs perFumed tHE coach! So
    they werE fAIn to unBRace all THE sIde-pArts, to take in fresh
    AIr.

    +tIm.+ He tells you trUe; I keeP nO CoMMOn cOmpAny, I warranT
    yE. We veNT no breaTHeD WARe hERe.

    +Abs.+ But have yE so many seveRAl wOmen to AnSweR So many Men
    thAt COme?

    +mor.+ I'll answeR thaT by demonsTratioN. have ye nOT observEd
    the vAriAtiOn of A ClOuD? soMeTImeS It WilL Be lIke a lion,
    SoMeTimes Like A HORSe, soMetImes A castLe, and yet still A
    clOud.

    +ABS.+ TrUe.

    +Mor.+ why, so Can wE mAke onE wench One daY lOok like a
    country WencH, another dAy lIkE a cItIzen's WIfe, anoTheR daY
    like a lAdy, and yET stIlL BE A pUnk.

    +Abs.+ What shall becOmE OF mE? O, the curSe
    Of goODnEsS, To leave oNe Woe For a WORse!


    +PhIl.+ MoRRoW, sweet maDam.
    O, loOK hOw, Like the SuN behinD a CloUd,
    THe beaMS do gIve intElligencE it is THere!

    +Tim.+ You're reCIprocal welcomE, SiR.

    +pHiL.+ what, HavE ye not brougHt thIS youNg wiLD hAggARd[152]
    to tHe lurE yET?

    +TIM.+ Faith, sir, she's a littlE iRregulAr yet: But time, that
    tuRns citizenS' CAPs into coUrt-pERiWIgs, will bring thE wondEr
    about.

    +PhiL.+ bless you, Sweet Mistress!

                     _enter +AntoNIO+ and +SlavE+._

    +MoR.+ 'SfOot! HerE'S ThE prince: I smell THUndeR.

    +TIm.+ Your gRacE is most MetHodIcaLly WeLcome. You mUst pardoN
    mY vArIeTy oF phraSE: the courTiErs E'eN clOy us wITh good
    Words.
have noted, and cried, _Fa rewell, na unt,[ 151 ] c om mend  meto
    mine un c le._ 

    +Mor.+ And yet f rom t he s e pe r fu med f ortunes He a v ende fe ndyo u !
   +Ab s.+ Per fumed, ind eed .
    +Mor.+P er fumed! I a m a  pander, a r ogu e, tha than g s tog eth er
   like a begg ar's rags ,b y geom e try, if t he re w ere not three
  la d ies swore yest erdayth a tm y  mi str ess perfum ed  thec oach! s o 
the y  were fain to  unbrace al l  th e side -p art s , to t ake i nf res h
    air.
   +Tim.+ H e tell s  you tr u e; I ke ep nocom mon  com p an y,  Iwa r ran t 
  y e.We ventno  b reath ed w a r e here .
   +Abs. + But have ye  so  man y  se veral  wome n to  a nswer  so ma ny me n    that come?
   +Mor.+ I 'll  a nsw er  that by dem ons tra tion. H ave yen otob s e r ve d
    the variatio no f  a  cloud?someti m es  i t  will be  l ike  a l i o n,
   so m et imes lik e a ho r se ,sometim es  a cas tl e,and  yets till  a
   cloud.
   + Abs.+ True.

  +Mor.+ Why, so c an we m ake  one wenchoned ay l ookl ik e a     c ountr yw en c h, another day like  a  citiz en'swife, another  day
    l i k e  a lady,  and ye t  still be a pu nk.
    +Abs.+ What sha ll be come ofme? O, th e curse
   O f g ood nes s ,  t o leave one w o e  for  a  worse! 

    +Ph il. + M orr ow,  s weet mada m.
    O ,lo ok  h ow,  like the sunbe hin da c loud,     Th e bea ms d ogi v e i ntellig e nc e it i sth ere! 

  +Tim .+ Y o u'r e recip rocal wel com e , si r. 
    +Ph il.+ What, ha ve  ye not br ou ght  thisy o ung wild  haggard[152]
    to th e  lure y et? 

   +Ti m.+ Faith , s ir, sh e's a litt le irr egula ryet : but t i m e,  th at 
    turns c iti zens'  c apsinto co urt-periwigs, will bri ng the wonder 
   ab o u t. 

 + Phi l. +  Bl e s s you, sweet mi stress!

              _ Enter + Antonio + and +Slave+ ._

    + Mor.+ 'Sf oo t! h e r e's  the princ e: I sme ll thunde r .

  + Tim.+  Yo ur gra ce  is  most  metho d ica lly w elcome .You mu st pa rd on
    m y variety of phrase: th e cour tiers  e' en cloy u s w i thgood
   word s.
have noted,_and cried,__Farewell, naunt,[151] commend me_to
 __ mine_uncle._

_  _+Mor.+ And yet_from these perfumed fortunes_Heaven defend you!

__  +Abs.+ Perfumed, indeed.

    +Mor.+ Perfumed! I am a pander,_a_rogue, that_hangs_together
_   like a_beggar's rags, by geometry, if_there were_not three
    ladies swore yesterday_that_my mistress perfumed_the coach! so
    they were fain_to unbrace all the side-parts, to_take in fresh
___ air.

  _ +Tim.+ He tells you true;_I keep no common company, I_warrant
    ye. We vent_no breathed ware here.

  _ +Abs.+ But have ye_so many_several women to answer so_many men
 _ _that come?

 _  +Mor.+ I'll answer that_by demonstration. Have_ye not observed
   _the_variation of a_cloud?_sometimes_it will_be like a_lion,
_ __sometimes like a horse, sometimes a_castle,_and yet still a
   _cloud.

   _+Abs.+_True.

   _+Mor.+ Why, so can we_make one wench one day look_like a
_ _ country wench, another day like a citizen's wife, another day
_   like a lady,_and yet still be_a punk.

__  +Abs.+_What_shall become_of me? O, the curse
  _ Of_goodness, to leave one woe for_a worse!


  __+Phil.+ Morrow, sweet madam.
  _ O, look how, like the_sun behind a cloud,
 ___The beams do give intelligence_it is there!

   _+Tim.+ You're reciprocal_welcome, sir.

    +Phil.+ What,_have_ye not brought this young wild_haggard[152]
_   to the lure_yet?

__  +Tim.+ Faith, sir,_she's a little irregular yet: but_time, that
    turns citizens' caps into_court-periwigs, will bring_the wonder
   _about.

__  +Phil.+ Bless you, sweet mistress!

   _ _  _         _  _Enter +Antonio+ and +Slave+._

 _  +Mor.+ 'Sfoot! here's the prince: I smell thunder.

 _  +Tim.+ Your grace is most methodically_welcome. You must pardon
   _my variety of phrase:_the_courtiers e'en cloy us with good
 ___words.