[744] 43, 4 (with ... garters,) W || () ret. G [745] 51, 3 [_Exit._ G ACT. V. SCENE. II. PVG. AMBLER. O, Call me home againe, deare _Chiefe_, and put me To yoaking foxes, milking of Hee-goates, Pounding of water in a morter, lauing The ſea dry with a nut-ſhell, gathering all The leaues are falne this _Autumne_, drawing farts 5 Out of dead bodies, making ropes of ſand, Catching the windes together in a net, Muſtring of ants, and numbring atomes; all That hell, and you thought exquiſite torments, rather Then ſtay me here, a thought more: I would ſooner 10 Keepe fleas within a circle, and be accomptant A thouſand yeere, which of ’hem and how far Out leap’d the other, then endure a minute Such as I haue within. There is no hell To a _Lady_ of faſhion. All your torture there 15 Are paſtimes to it. ’T would be a refreſhing [160] For me, to be i’ the fire againe, from hence. Ambler _comes in, & ſuruayes him_. AMB. This is my ſuite, and thoſe the ſhoes and roſes! PVG. Th’ haue such impertinent vexations, A generall Councell o’ _diuels_ could not hit-- 20 Pug _perceiues it, and ſtarts_. Ha! This is hee, I tooke a ſleepe with his _Wench_, And borrow’d his cloathes. What might I doe to balke him? AMB. Do you heare, S^r? PVG. Answ. him but not to th’purpoſe AMB. What is your name, I pray you Sir. PVG. Is’t ſo late Sir? _He anſwers quite from the purpoſe._ AMB. I aske not o’ the time, but of your name, Sir. 25 PVG. I thanke you, Sir. Yes it dos hold Sir, certaine. AMB. Hold, Sir? what holds? I muſt both hold, and talke to you About theſe clothes. PVG. A very pretty lace! But the _Taylor_ coſſend me. AMB. No, I am coſſend By you! robb’d. PVG. Why, when you pleaſe Sir, I am 30 For three peny _Gleeke_, your man. AMB. Pox o’ your _gleeke_, And three pence. Giue me an anſwere. PVG. Sir, My maſter is the beſt at it. AMB. Your maſter! Who is your Maſter. PVG. Let it be friday night. AMB. What ſhould be then? PVG. Your beſt ſongs _Thom. o’ Bet’lem_ 35 AMB. I thinke, you are he. Do’s he mocke me trow, from purpoſe? Or do not I ſpeake to him, what I meane? Good Sir your name. PVG. Only a couple a’ _Cocks_ Sir, If we can get a _Widgin_, ’tis in ſeaſon. AMB. He hopes to make on o’ theſe _Scipticks_ o’ me 40 _For_ Scepticks. (I thinke I name ’hem right) and do’s not fly me. I wonder at that! ’tis a ſtrange confidence! I’ll prooue another way, to draw his anſwer.