_Fran._ Dost f-f-flout me? _Alb._ Dost m-m-m-mock me? _Fran._ I'll to the duke. I'll p-p-p-paste up infamies on every post. _Jaco._ 'Twas rarely, rarely done. Away, away! 347 [_Exit_ FRANCISCO. _Alb._ I'll f-f-follow, though I st-st-st-stut; I'll stumble to the duke: in p-p-plain language, I pray you use my wife well. Good faith, she was a kind soul, and an honest woman once: I was her husband, and was called Albano, before I was drown'd; but now, after my resurrection, I am I know not what; indeed, brothers, and indeed, sisters, and indeed, wife, I am What You Will. Doest thou laugh? dost thou ge-ge-ge-gern?[536] A p-p-p-perfumer,--a fiddler, a--_Diabolo, matre de Dios_,--I'll f-f-f-firk you, by the Lord, now,[537] now I will! [_Exit_ ALBANO. _Qua._ Ha, ha! 'tis a good rogue, a good rogue! _Lav._ A good rogue! Ha! I know him not. _Cel._ No, good sweet love. Come, come, dissemble not. 360 _Lav._ Nay, if you dread nothing, happy be my lot. Come, _via_, _sest_;[538] come, fair cheeks; come, let's dance: The sweets of love is amorous dalliance. _Cel._ All friends, all happy friends, my veins are light. _Lyz._ Thy prayers are now, God send it quickly night! _Mel._ And then come morning. _Lyz._ Ay, that's the hopeful day. _Mel._ Ay, there thou hitt'st it. _Qua._ Pray God he hit it. _Lav._ Play! _The Dance._ _Jaco._ They say there's revels and a play at court. _Lav._ A play to-night? _Qua._ Ay, 'tis this gallant's wit. _Jaco._ Is't good? Is't good? _Lam._ I fear 'twill hardly hit. 370 _Qua._ I like thy fear well; 'twill have better chance; There's nought more hateful than rank ignorance. _Cel._ Come, gallants, the table's spread; will you to dinner? _Qua._ Yes; first a main at dice, and then we'll eat. _Sim._ Truly the best wits have the badd'st fortune at dice still. _Qua._ Who'll play? who'll play? _Sim._ Not I; in truth I have still exceeding bad fortune at dice. _Cel._ Come, shall we in? In faith thou art sudden sad. Doest fear the shadow of my long-dead lord? 381 _Lav._ Shadow! Ha! I cannot tell. Time trieth all things: well, well, well! _Qua._ Would I were Time, then. I thought 'twas for something that the old fornicator was bald behind. Go; pass on, pass on. [_Exeunt._ [511] Omitted in ed. 2. [512] Lover, admirer. [513] Old eds. "but for a husband (sigh) I." Dilke reads "but for a husband, fie, I----" [514] It was customary for fiddlers to play beneath the bride's window on the morning after the wedding. [515] Celia was to marry the knight on the following day. [516] Old eds. "them."