_Sim._ Ay, but when you were gone the rogue beat me. _Lav._ Now, take my counsel: listen. 229 _Mel._ A pretty youth; a pretty well-shaped youth: a good leg, a very good eye, a sweet ingenious[526] face, and I warrant a good wit; nay, which is more, if he be poor, I assure my soul he is chaste and honest; good faith, I fancy I fancy him: ay, and I may chance;--well, I'll think the rest. _Qua._ I say, be careless still: court her without compliment; take spirit. _Lav._ Were' not a pleasing jest for me to clothe Another rascal like Albano, say, And rumour him return'd, without all deceit? 240 Would not beget errors most ridiculous? _Qua._ _Meletza, bella, bellezza! Madonna, bella, bella, gentelezza!_ prithee kiss this initiated gallant. _Mel._ How would it please you I should respect ye? _Lam._ As anything, What You Will, as nothing. _Mel._ As nothing! How will you value my love? _Lam._ Why, just as you respect me--as nothing; for out of nothing, nothing is bred: so nothing shall not beget anything, anything bring nothing, nothing bring anything, anything and nothing shall be What You Will; my speech mounting to the value of myself, which is---- 252 _Mel._ What, sweet---- _Lam._ Your nothing, light as yourself, senseless as your sex, and just as you would ha' me--nothing. _Mel._ Your wit skips a morisco; but, by the brightest spangle of my tire, I vouchsafe you entire unaffected favour. Wear this, gentle spirit, be not proud; Believe it, youth, slow speech swift love doth often shroud. 260 _Lam._ My soul's entranced; your favour doth transport My sense past sense, by your adorèd graces; I doat, am rapt! _Mel._ Nay, if you fall to passion and past sense, My breast's no harbour for your love. Go, pack! hence! _Qua._ Uds fut! thou gull! thou inky scholar! Ha, thou whoreson fop! Wilt not thou clap into our fashion'd gallantry? Couldst not be proud and scornful, loose and vain? God's my heart's object! what a plague is this? _My soul's entranced!_ Fut! couldst not clip and kiss? _My soul's entranced!_ ten thousand crowns at least 271 Lost, lost. _My soul's entranced!_ Love's life, O beast! _Alb._ [_without_]. Celia, open; open, Celia: I would enter: open, Celia! _Fran._ [_without_]. Celia, open; open, Celia: I would enter: open, Celia! _Alb._ [_without_]. What, Celia, let in thy husband, Albano: what, Celia! _Fran._ [_without_]. What, Celia, let in thy husband, Albano: what, Celia! 280 _Alb._ [_without_]. Uds f-f-f-fut! let Albano enter. _Fran._ [_without_]. Uds f-f-f-fut! let Albano enter. _Cel._ Sweet breast, you ha' play'd the wag, i'faith! _Lav._[527] Believe it, sweet, not I.