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Piero. Lady, you 'll perceive it.
Ful. She seems in my first entrance to admire me: Protest she eyes me round; Fulg. she's thine own!
[Aside. Piero. Noble Fulgoso. Ful. Did you hear the music? 'T was I that brought it; was 't not tickling ? ah, ha!
Amor. Pray, what pinth thent it?
Ful. Prince! no prince, but we;
Amor. Dood! thing’t youathelf then.
Ful. Nay, nay, I could never sing
Guz. May my address to beauty lay no scandal
ith thith ?
Fut. Stand by, then, without noise, a while, brave
don, And let her only view your parts; they 'll take her.
Guz. I'll publish them in silence.
Piero. Stand you there, Fulgoso the magnificent.
Piero. Just there:
Ful. I cannot doubt it, man.
Guz. My words
[.Aside. Amor. The muthicke and the thong You thent me by thith whithling thing, your man. Guz. She took him for my man! love, thou wert just.
[Aside. Ful. I will not hold;-his man! 't is time to speak Before
my time: oh scurvy, I his man, That has no means for meat, or rags and seamrents !
Guz. List and wonder.
Fut. That's, in Spanish,
Guz. So was my grandfather, hight Argozile. Fut. An arrant, arrant thief-leader: pray mark it.
1 Desver (di] Gonzado,] i. e. Desvergonzado ; shameless; or, as it is expounded with sufficient accuracy by the learned Futelli, “a rogne without a fellow."-GIFFORD.
Guz. And my renowned sire, Don Picaro-
Ful. I'll not endure it.
Guz. 'Tis no fair play.
Ful. I care not, fair or foul.-
Fut. He'll blow up
Ful. Her father was Grave Hans Van Herne, the son
fert, Took by surprise a thousand Spanish jobbernowls, And beat a sconce about their ears.
Guz. My fury
Amor. 'Lath, they thall not fight.
Ful. My fortunes bid me to be wise in duels ;
Gúz. Mine honour is my tutor, Already tried and known.
Fut. Why, there's the point, Mine honour is my tutor too. Noble men Fight in their persons ! scorn't! 't is out of fashion; There's none but hairbrain'd youths of mettle use it. Piero. Yet put not up your swords; it is the
pleasure of the fair lady that you quit the field, With brandish'd blades in hand.
Fut. And more, to show
Both. How ?
away, you brace of nincompoops ! Ful. Pheugh! as it were.
'[Whistles. Guz. Why, since it is her pleasure, I dare and will endure it.
Piero. Away, But stay below.
Fut. Budge not, I charge ye, Till you have further leave.
Guz. Mine honour claims The last foot in the field.
Ful. I'll lead the van then.
Fut. Yet more? begone! [Exeunt Fulg. and Guz. Are not these precious suitors
Re-enter TRELCATIO. Trel. What tumults fright the house?
Fut. A brace of castrels,
Piero. Mere haggards, buzzards, kites.
Henthforth, ath thall my father betht direct me.
Trel. Why now thou singost in tune, my AmoAnd, my good friends, you have, like wise physi
Amor. Nay, predee,
Adur. 'T is with favour,
Aur. I observe
Adur. Could yoar looks
Adur. Hid now, most likely,
Aurel. You may be plainer.
Adur. To Auria; and as far
Aur. Take advice, Young lord, before your tongue betray a secret Conceal'd yet from the world; hear and consider: In all my flight of vanity and giddiness, When scarce the wings of my excess were fledg'd, When a distemperature of youthful heat Might have excus'd disorder and ambition, Even then, and so from thence till now the down Of softness is exchang’d for plumes of age,