_Sir Amor._ Is that all, Fawn? _Herc._ No, Sir Amorous; here's likewise prophesied a great scarcity of gentry to ensue, so that some bores shall be dubbed Sir Amoroso. A great scarcity of lawyers is likewise this year to ensue, so that some one of them shall be entreated to take fees o' both sides. 90 _Enter_ DON ZUCCONE, _following_ DONNA ZOYA _on his knees_. _Zuc._ Most dear, dear lady! Wife, lady, wife! O do not but look on me, and ha' some mercy! _Zoy._ I will ha' no mercy!--I will not relent! _Zuc._ Sweet lady! _Zoy._ The order shall stand; I am separated, and I will be separated! _Zuc._ Dear! my love! wife! _Zoy._ Hence, fellow! I am none of thy wife! No, I will be tyrannous and a most deep revenger. The order shall stand! I will marry a fellow that keeps a fox in his bosom, a goat under his armholes, and a polecat in his mouth, rather than reaccept thee. 102 _Zuc._ Alas! by the Lord, lady, what should I say? As Heaven shall bless me--what should I say? _Herod._ Kneel and cry, man! _Zoy._ Was I not handsome, generous, honest enough from my foot to my feather, for such a fellow as thou art? _Zuc._ Alas! I confess--I confess! _Zoy._ But go thy ways, and wive with whom thou wilt, for my part. Thou hast spun a fair thread. Who'll kiss thee now? who'll court thee now? who'll ha' thee now? 113 _Zuc._ Yet be a woman; and, for God's sake, help me! _Herod._ And do not stand too stiffly. _Zuc._ And do not stand too stiffly! Do you make an ass of me? But let these rascals laugh at me. Alas! what[277] could I do withal? 'twas my destiny that I should abuse you! 120 _Zoy._ So it is your destiny that I should thus revenge your abuse. No, the Irishman shall hate _aqua vitæ_, the Welshman cheese, and the Dutchman salt butter, before I'll love or receive thee. Does he cry? does the babe pule? 'Tis too late now--thou shouldst ha' cried before--'tis too late now. Go, bury thy head in silence; and let oblivion be thy utmost hope. [_The Courtiers address themselves to dancing, whilst the Duke enters with_ GRANUFFO, _and takes his state_.[278] _Herc._ Gallants, to dancing. Loud music, the duke's upon entrance! _Gon._ Are the sports ready? 130 _Herc._ Ready. _Gon._ 'Tis enough. Of whose invention is this parliament? _Herc._ Ours.