_Cast._ O, you spoil my ruff, unset my hair; good, away! 100 _Feli. Item, for strait canvass, thirteen pence halfpenny; item, for an ell and a half of taffeta to cover your old canvass doublet, fourteen shillings and threepence._--'Slight, this is a tailor's bill. _Cast._ In sooth, it is the outside of her letter, on which I took the copy of a tailor's bill. _Dil._ But 'tis not cross'd, I am sure of that. Lord have mercy on him, his credit hath given up the last gasp. Faith, I'll leave him; for he looks as melancholy as a wench the first night she---- [_Exit._ 110 _Feli._ Honest musk-cod, 'twill not be so stitched together; take that [_striking him_], and that, and belie no lady's love: swear no more by Jesu, this madam, that lady; hence, go, forswear the presence, travel three years to bury this bastinado: avoid, puff-paste, avoid! _Cast._ And tell not my lady-mother. Well, as I am a true gentleman, if she had not willed me on her blessing not to spoil my face, if I could not find in my heart to fight, would I might ne'er eat a potato-pie more. [_Exit._ _Enter_ BALURDO, _backward_; DILDO _following him with a looking-glass in one hand, and a candle in the other hand_: FLAVIA _following him backward, with a looking-glass in one hand, and a candle in the other_; ROSSALINE _following her_; BALURDO _and_ ROSSALINE _stand setting of faces; and so the Scene begins_. _Feli._ More fool, more rare fools! O, for time and place, long enough, and large enough, to act these fools! Here might be made a rare scene of folly, if the plat[120] could bear it. 123 _Bal._ By the sugar-candy sky, hold up the glass higher, that I may see to swear in fashion. O, one loof[121] more would ha' made them shine; God's neaks,[122] they would have shone like my mistress' brow. Even so the Duke frowns, for all this curson'd[123] world: O, that gern[124] kills, it kills. By my golden--what's the richest thing about me? 130 _Dil._ Your teeth. _Bal._ By my golden teeth, hold up, that I may put in: hold up, I say, that I may see to put on my gloves. _Dil._ O, delicious, sweet-cheek'd master, if you discharge but one glance from the level of that set face, O, you will strike a wench; you'll make any wench love you. _Bal._ By Jesu, I think I am as elegant a courtier as----. How likest thou my suit? _Cat._ All, beyond all, no peregal:[125] you are wondered at--[_Aside._] for an ass. 141 _Bal._ Well, Dildo, no Christen creature shall know hereafter, what I will do for thee heretofore. _Ros._ Here wants a little white, Flavia. _Dil._ Ay, but, master, you have one little fault; you sleep open-mouth'd.