_Fab._ If he hear this, not all The power of man could keep him from the windows Till they were down and all the doors broke open: For Gods sake make her cooler: I dare not venture To bring him else: I know he will go to buffets Within five words with her, if she holds this spirit; Let's waken him, and away, we shall hear worse else. _Fran._ Well if I be not even with thee _Clora_ Let me be hang'd for this: I know thou dost it Only to anger me, and purge thy wit Which would break out else. _Clora._ I have found ye, I'le be no more cross, bid 'em good night. _Fran._ No, no, they shall not know we have seen 'em; Shut the window. [_Ex._ Fran. _and_ Clora. _Fab._ Will you get up Sir? _Jac._ Have you paid the Fidlers? _Fab._ You are not left to do it: Fie upon thee, Hast thou forsworn manners? _Jac._ Yes unless They would let me eat my meat without long graces Or drink without a preface to the pledger; Oft, will it please you, shall I be so bold Sir, Let me remember your good bed-fellow, And lye and kiss my hand unto my Mistris As often as an Ape does for an Aple; These are meer Schisms in Souldiers; where's my friend? These are to us as bitter as purgations, We love that general freedom we are bred to; Hang these faint fooleries, they smell of peace, Do they not friend? _Fab._ Faith Sir to me they are As things indifferent, yet I use 'em not, Or if I did, they would not prick my conscience. _Fred._ Come, shall we go? 'tis late. _Jac._ Yes any whither, But no more Musick, it has made me dull. _Fab._ Faith any thing but drinking disturbs thee _Jacomo_, We'l ev'n to bed. _Jac._ Content. _Fab._ Thou wilt dream of wenches. _Jac._ I never think of any I thank Heaven But when I am drunk, and then 'tis but to cast A cheap way how they may be all destroy'd Like vermine; let's away, I am very sleepy. _Fab._ I, thou art ever so, or angry, come. [_Exeunt._ _Actus Tertius. Scena Prima._ _Enter_ Julio, _and_ Angelo. _Jul._ I will but see her once more _Angelo_, That I may hate her more, and then I am My self again. _Ang._ I would not have thee tempt lust, 'Tis a way dangerous, and will deceive thee, Hadst thou the constancy of all men in thee. _Jul._ Having her sins before me, I dare see her Were she as catching as the plague, and deadly, And tell her she is fouler than all those And far more pestilent, if not repentant, And like a strong man, chide her well, and leave her. _Ang._ 'Tis easily said, of what complexion is she?