_Foro._ I warrant you, I warrant you, you shall see me prove the very periwig to cover the bald pate of brainless gentility. Ho! I will so tickle the sense of _bella gratiosa madonna_ with the titillation of hyperbolical praise, that I'll strike it in the nick, in the very nick, chuck. _Feli._ Thou promisest more than I hope any spectator gives faith of performance; but why look you so dusky, ha? [_To_ ANTONIO. _Ant._ I was never worse fitted since the nativity of my actorship; I shall be hiss'd at, on my life now. 70 _Feli._ Why, what must you play? _Ant._ Faith, I know not what; an hermaphrodite, two parts in one; my true person being Antonio, son to the Duke of Genoa; though for the love of Mellida, Piero's daughter, I take this feigned presence of an Amazon, calling myself Florizell, and I know not what. I a voice to play a lady! I shall ne'er do it. _Alb._ O! an Amazon should have such a voice, virago-like. Not play two parts in one? away, away, 'tis common fashion. Nay, if you cannot bear two subtle fronts under one hood, idiot, go by, go by, off this world's stage! O time's impurity! 82 _Ant._ Ay, but when use hath taught me action To hit the right point of a lady's part, I shall grow ignorant, when I must turn Young prince again, how but to truss[41] my hose. _Feli._ Tush, never put them off; for women wear the breeches still. _Mat._ By the bright honour of a Milanoise, And the resplendent fulgor of this steel, 90 I will defend the feminine to death, And ding[42] his spirit to the verge of hell, That dares divulge a lady's prejudice! [_Exeunt_ MATZAGENTE, FOROBOSCO, _and_ BALURDO.[43] _Feli._ Rampum scrampum, mount tufty Tamburlaine! What rattling thunderclap breaks from his lips? _Alb._ O! 'tis native to his part. For acting a modern[44] braggadoch under the person of Matzagente, the Duke of Milan's son, it may seem to suit with good fashion of coherence. 99 _Pier._ But methinks he speaks with a spruce Attic accent of adulterate Spanish. _Alb._ So 'tis resolv'd. For Milan being half Spanish, half high Dutch, and half Italians, the blood of chiefest houses is corrupt and mongrel'd; so that you shall see a fellow vain-glorious for a Spaniard, gluttonous for a Dutchman, proud for an Italian, and a fantastic idiot for all. Such a one conceit this Matzagente. _Feli._ But I have a part allotted me, which I have neither able apprehension to conceit, nor what I conceit gracious ability to utter. 110 _Gal._ Whoop, in the old cut![45] Good, show us a draught of thy spirit.