_Alb._ Uds so, so, so soul! that's my velvet cloak! 100 _Slip._ O peace! observe him: ha! _Enter_ LAVERDURE _and_ BIDET, _talking_; QUADRATUS, LAMPATHO, SIMPLICIUS, PEDANT, _and_ HOLOFERNES PIPPO. _Bid._ 'Tis most true, sir. I heard all; I saw all; I tell all, and I hope you believe all. The sweet Francisco Soranza, the perfumer, is by your rival Jacomo, and your two brothers that must be, when you have married your wife that shall be-- _Ped._ With the grace of Heaven. 107 _Bid._ Disguised so like the drowned Albano, to cross your suit, that by my little honesty 'twas great consolation to me to observe them. "Passion of joy, of hope! O excellent!" cried Andrea. "Passingly!" cried Randolfo. "Unparallel'd!" lisps Jacomo. "Good, good, good!" says Andrea. "Now stut," says Jacomo. "Now stut," says Randolfo; whilst the ravish'd perfumer had like to have water'd the seams of his breeches for extreme pride of their applause. _Lav._ Sest,[480] I'll to Celia, and, maugre the nose of her friends, wed her, bed her; my first son shall be a captain, and his name shall be what it please his godfathers; the second, if he have a face bad enough, a lawyer; the third, a merchant; and the fourth, if he be maim'd, dull-brain'd, or hard-shaped, a scholar; for that's your fashion. 123 _Qua._ Get them; get them, man, first. Now by the wantonness of the night, and I were a wench, I would not ha' thee, wert thou an heir, nay (which is more) a fool. _Lav._ Why, I can rise high: a straight leg, a plump thigh, a full vein, a round cheek; and, when it pleaseth the fertility of my chin to be delivered of a beard, 'twill not wrong my kissing, for my lips are rebels, and stand out. 131 _Qua._ Ho! but there's an old fusty proverb, these great talkers are never good doers. _Lam._ Why, what a babel arrogance is this! Men will put by the very stock of fate; They'll thwart the destiny of marriage, Strive to disturb the sway of Providence: They'll do it! _Qua._ Come, you'll be snarling now. _Lam._ As if we had free-will in supernatural Effects, and that our love or hate 140 Depended not on causes 'bove the reach Of human stature. _Qua._ I think I shall not lend you forty shillings now. _Lam._ Dirt upon dirt, fear is beneath my shoe. Dreadless of racks, strappadoes, or the sword-- Maugre informer and sly intelligence,-- I'll stand as confident as Hercules, And, with a frightless resolution, Rip up and lance our time's impieties. _Sim._ Uds so, peace. 150