+Mir.+ Ay, but I have A mind to go, and that is one of our Articles. +Phil.+ Well, but shan't we put that other Article in, before we part? +Mir.+ No, no, good-bye to you. +Phil.+ Farewell, mettle-- [_Exit._ _Enter +Pinguister+, +Doctor+, and +Servants+._ +Mir.+ Look you, master Pinguister, this is the Measure must meet about your waist, before I marry you. +Pin.+ This? why it will not come About the small of my leg. [_Tries the measure himself._ +Mir.+ Sir, I am sorrier For it: but it must compass your middle before You can be my dear chuck: your servant, sir, I am in haste. +Pin.+ Prythee, thou damnable Pretty rogue, let me have some comfort from thee, Before thou goest, either from thy eyes, Thy cheeks, mouth, or nose, or some part about thee Consider what a dissolution I Must undergo for love of thee. +Mir.+ I do indeed, sir; but your servant for this time. [_Exit._ +Pin.+ Worthy doctor, my hopes are all in you now, I have tried many physicians already To make me lean enough for that Tormenting, pretty fairy devil. +Doctor.+ Truly, sir, your case is very desperate; But if any man in the world can drain Your fat from you, 'tis I: sir, we'll begin Your course out of hand. +Pin.+ Do you hear, be sure I have at least two dozen of napkins ready Upon the spot, to rub me at every turn; Therefore come you all along with me-- Have mercy on me, I have love and fat Enough to furnish a whole nation. [_Exeunt._ ACT III. _Enter +Amphelia+, going to the prison._ +Amph.+ How false a woman to all eyes I seem, Because I still will hide my constant love! This way I take will bravely break my heart, To tell the duke were sneakingly to die: Since, if he knew that I did love him still, With basest scorns he'd laugh my soul to death; Such friendship to this pris'ner I will show, Shall make the duke believe my heart is there. To set him free I'll use my utmost art----. Would I could do as much for this poor heart! This way my love with my designs complies, Thus one in chains another's chains unties. I have made the jailor mine already, By promising him these hundred pieces-- 'Tis now about the time I appointed To be here-- _Enter +Jailor+._ O, yonder's the jailor expecting me-- Here, jailor, here's for thy Honesty: may the business be done now? +Jailor.+ O madam, never at a fitter time; take you The key and go in to the prisoner; Whilst I go see the passage clear, Stand you at th' door, and when I beckon To you, come away. +Amph.+ Honest jailor?