JUL. Pusillanimity. That ranter breathes not, Who with his peek'd mouchatoes[128] may not brave him, Baffle, nay baste him out of his possessions. His fortunes he esteems not, so his person May be secur'd from beating. ALL. Matchless coward! JUL. Nor is this all. 'Has sought t' engage my bed, My nuptial bed and honour--nay, those sheets Where, I may safely vow, ne'er man lay in, Beside my husband. 2D BOY. Very like; but how many when he was not there? [_Aside._ FLO. No misfortune worse, Nor humour hateful to a virile spirit, Whereof your noble family partakes, Than want of courage. PAL. Tush, sir, that's not all. Her line, in time, might grow degenerate, And blanch the living memory of those From whence she came. CAV. There's none who here appears Before you, conscript consuls, but can give Store of evincing instances of this: For matching with Sir Jasper Simpleton, An hairbrain'd puppy, most of all my brood Run like shell-headed lapwings in careers, Just as their own supposed father did, Simple Sir Jasper, whose small dose of sense Proportion'd their discretion--till a change Impregnated me more wisely. FRI. So did I Suffer in my raw, puny Amadin; Though all my fears summ'd up their period, And in it crown'd my wishes for one boy (Who, while he lives, I think, will prove a boy), I had by my young stripling, who can trace His father's steps directly: all his games, Wherein his lineal youth takes sole delight Are yert-point, nine-pins, job-nut, or span-counter, Or riding cock-horse, which his dad admires, Smiling to see such horsemanship perform'd. Now I appeal to you, whose judgments are Maturely serious, if these tomboy tricks Might not perplex me, and enforce me too, To act what my affections prompt me do? JOC. If one complain of the minority Of her thin-downy consort, and you, madam, Of his simplicity whom you have choos'd, And you, Julippe, of his cowardice Whom with averseness you have made your spouse, What grounds of discontent may I conceive, Unhappy Joculette, in my choice-- My nightly torture, whose embraces be Worse than those snaky windings unto me, Dipt in Medusa's charms. CAR. Unbare your wound. 2D BOY. Nay, let that be the least of your fears; she'll do that to a hair. [_Aside._ JOC. Know, then, judicious consuls, These arms are forc'd t' enwreathe a shapeless mass Of all deformity, a bear unlick'd: One whom Thersites, that disfigur'd Greek, So far excell'd in native lineaments, Proportion, feature, and complexion (All rare attractives to the eye of love), As amorous Narcissus in his prime Surpass'd the roughest sylvan that the woods E'er nurs'd or harbour'd. Yet enjoin'd am I To hug this centaur, who appears to me A prodigy in Nature. ALL. 'Tis a fate Exacts compassion, and deserves redress. FLO. Such a complete and exquisite beauty Accomplish'd in all parts!