+Lod.+ Sweet chick, I come to take leave of thee: finger in eye already? We are all to meet the duke this afternoon, bird, who is now come from Venice. Thou may'st walk and see the Count Lorenzo's lady. +Dor.+ Alas! she's too merry for my company. +Jas.+ Too merry! I have seen her sad, But very seldom merry. +Dor.+ I mean, my lord, That she can walk, tell tales, run in the garden. +Clown.+ Why, then your ladyship may hold your tongue, say nothing, and walk in the orchard. +Dor.+ She can drink a cup of wine not delayed[124] with water. +Clown.+ Why, then you may drink a cup of water without wine. +Dor.+ Nay, if a nobleman come to see her lord, She will let him kiss her too against our custom. +Pan.+ Why, a modest woman may be kissed by accident, yet not give the least touch to her reputation. +Lod.+ Well said: touch her home. +Dor.+ Nay, but they may not: she that will kiss, they say,[125] will do worse, I warrant her. +Jov.+ Why, I have seen you, madam, kissed against your will. +Dor.+ Against my will, it may be, I have been kissed indeed. +Clown.+ Pshaw, there's nothing against a woman's will; and I dare be sworn, if my lady kiss but any one man, 'tis because she cannot do with all. +Lod.+ Nay, I know that to be true, my lords: and at this time, because you cannot do with all, pray kiss them in order; kiss her all over, gentlemen, and we are gone. +Dor.+ Nay, good my lord, 'tis against our nation's custom. +Lod.+ I care not; let naturals love nations: My humour's my humour. +Spin.+ I must have my turn too, then. +Jov.+ It must go round. +Dor.+ Fie, fie! +Lod.+ Look how she spits now! +Jas.+ The deeper the sweeter, lady. +Clown.+ The nearer the bone, the sweeter the flesh, lady. +Dor.+ How now, sauce-box! +Clown.+ Did not my lord bid the gentlemen kiss you all over? +Lod.+ I have sweet cause to be jealous, have I not, gentlemen? no. _Crede quod habes, et habes_ still. He that believes he has horns, has them. Will you go bring my horse, sir? +Clown.+ I will bring your horse, sir, and your horse shall bring his tail with him. [_Exit._ +Lod.+ Francis, I prythee, stay thou at home with thy lady. Get thy instrument ready; this melancholy will spoil her: before these lords here make her but laugh, when we are gone---- +Fran.+ Laugh before these lords when they are gone, sir! +Lod.+ Pish! I mean, make her laugh heartily before we come home, and, before these lords, I promise thee a lease of forty crowns per annum. +Fran.+ Can ye tell whether she be ticklish, sir? +Lod.+ O, infinitely ticklish! +Fran.+ I'll deserve your lease, then, ere you come home, I warrant. +Lod.+ And thou shalt ha't, i' faith, boy. _Enter +Clown+._