Flam. An excellent scholar [one that hath a head fill'd with calves' brains without any sage in them,] come crouching in the hams to you for a night's lodging? [that hath an itch in 's hams, which like the fire at the glass-house hath not gone out this seven years] Is he not a courtly gentleman? [when he wears white satin, one would take him by his black muzzle to be no other creature than a maggot] You are a goodly foil, I confess, well set out [but cover'd with a false stone-- yon counterfeit diamond]. Cam. He will make her know what is in me. Flam. Come, my lord attends you; thou shalt go to bed to my lord. Cam. Now he comes to 't. Flam. [With a relish as curious as a vintner going to taste new wine.] [To Camillo.] I am opening your case hard. Cam. A virtuous brother, o' my credit! Flam. He will give thee a ring with a philosopher's stone in it. Cam. Indeed, I am studying alchemy. Flam. Thou shalt lie in a bed stuffed with turtle's feathers; swoon in perfumed linen, like the fellow was smothered in roses. So perfect shall be thy happiness, that as men at sea think land, and trees, and ships, go that way they go; so both heaven and earth shall seem to go your voyage. Shalt meet him; 'tis fix'd, with nails of diamonds to inevitable necessity. Vit. How shalt rid him hence? Flam. [I will put brize in 's tail, set him gadding presently.] I have almost wrought her to it; I find her coming: but, might I advise you now, for this night I would not lie with her, I would cross her humour to make her more humble. Cam. Shall I, shall I? Flam. It will show in you a supremacy of judgment. Cam. True, and a mind differing from the tumultuary opinion; for, quæ negata, grata. Flam. Right: you are the adamant shall draw her to you, though you keep distance off. Cam. A philosophical reason. Flam. Walk by her a' th' nobleman's fashion, and tell her you will lie with her at the end of the progress. Cam. Vittoria, I cannot be induc'd, or as a man would say, incited---- Vit. To do what, sir? Cam. To lie with you to-night. Your silkworm used to fast every third day, and the next following spins the better. To-morrow at night, I am for you. Vit. You 'll spin a fair thread, trust to 't. Flam. But do you hear, I shall have you steal to her chamber about midnight. Cam. Do you think so? why look you, brother, because you shall not say I 'll gull you, take the key, lock me into the chamber, and say you shall be sure of me. Flam. In troth I will; I 'll be your jailor once. Cam. A pox on 't, as I am a Christian! tell me to-morrow how scurvily she takes my unkind parting. Flam. I will. Cam. Didst thou not mark the jest of the silkworm? Good-night; in faith, I will use this trick often.