+Phil.+ S'death! he runs Like a duke. [_He runs round, and sometimes goes out to untruss._ +Mir.+ His stools come very quickly upon Him, one after another. +Ping.+ I must run With my breeches in my hand, my purge visits My bum-gut so intolerably often. +Doctor.+ Now, sir, for a cheerful loose. +Ping.+ By my heart, Master Doctor, I wonder at your cruelty, To ask a cheerful loose of me; am not I loos'd sufficiently by Your furious purgations? _Enter +Lean-man+ and his +Tailor+._ +Mir.+ O, here comes My lean lover. +Lean.+ Tailor, do I look gross Enough now? +Tailor.+ Yes, I'll assure you, you seem Very corpulent. +Lean.+ Well, I am sure if thou Hast not made me large enough, thou wilt thy bill. Now have at Mistress Mirida! sure, my Person will take her. Why, how now, cousin, [_To +Ping+._ What makes you running a heat? +Ping.+ I must not stop To speak with you, but come run by me, And I will tell you. Why, I see You know nothing. Mistress Mirida has a Great kindness for me, but cannot marry me Before I am leaner. +Lean.+ She fools him; her kindness is for me, And bids me make myself fatter, before We marry. [_Aside._ +Ping.+ But pray, coz, what makes you stuff yourself so To appear big? +Lean.+ Yes, I do it to please Mistress Mirida's eye; she bid me. +Ping.+ So she makes An ass of him. [_Aside._ +Lean.+ Well, I won't hinder you In your exercise, Farewell. Now I'll to Mistress Mirida. [_Exit._ +Ping.+ Good bye, good bye. God's fish, my purge again! O, O! _Enter +Clown+ with a cudgel, and beats him in again._ +Clown.+ A nasty rogue, when a man's asleep, To come and do it just in his mouth! I'll swinge ye. +Ping.+ O, hold, good sir, 'twas the violence of my physic; Would my paunch were out, if I saw you! +Phil.+ Hold, What do ye mean to beat a Gentleman thus? +Clown.+ Let Him learn more manners, then, against next time. +Ping.+ O Mistress Mirida, I have been purg'd And beaten most extremely for your sake; Sure, I'm lean enough now to marry you. +Mir.+ That I cannot tell; but I have the measure In my pocket of what compass you were About when you first were in love with me, And also the measure to that you must Fall before I marry you. Here was your full Bigness, which was three yards about: let me see; You are fallen a yard. +Ping.+ Well, and won't you marry me then? +Mir.+ That you'll see presently; for here's the measure Must compass you about before I do. This wants a yard yet.