_Gar._ Fawn, I will undo that rascal! He shall starve
for any further maintenance. 71
_Herc._ You may make him come to the covering and
recovering of his old doublets.
_Gar._ He was in fair hope of proving heir to his elder
brother, but he has gotten me with child.
_Herc._ So, you withdrawing your favour, his present
means fail him; and by getting you with child, his
future means for ever rest despairful to him.
_Gar._ O Heaven! that I could curse him beneath
damnation! Impudent varlet! By my reputation,
Fawn, I only loved him because I thought I only did
not love him. He vowed infinite beauties doted on
him! Alas! I was a simple country lady, wore gold
buttons, trunk[231] sleeves, and flaggon bracelets. In this
state of innocency was I brought up to the court. 85
_Herc._ And now, instead of country innocency, have
you got court honesty? Well, madam, leave your
brother to my placing; he shall have a special cabin in
the ship of fools.
_Gar._ Right. Remember he got his elder brother's wife
with child, and so deprived himself of th' inheritance.
_Herc._ That will stow[232] him under hatches, I warrant
you.
_Gar._ And so deprived himself of inheritance! Dear
Fawn, be my champion! 95
_Herc._ The very scourge of your most basely offending
brother.
_Gar._ Ignoble villain! that I might but see thee
wretched without pity and recovery! Well!
_Enter_ HEROD _and_ NYMPHADORO.
_Herc._ Stand, Herod; you are full met, sir. 100
_Herod._ But not met full, sir. I am as gaunt as a
hunting gelding after three train'd scents! 'Fore Venus,
Fawn, I have been shaling[233] of peascods. Upon[234] four
great madonnas have I this afternoon grafted the forked
tree!
_Herc._ Is't possible?
_Herod._ Possible! Fie on this satiety!--'tis a dull,
blunt, weary, and drowsy passion. Who would be a
proper fellow to be thus greedily devoured and
swallowed among ladies? Faith, 'tis my torment--my
very rack! 111
_Herc._ Right, Herod, true; for imagine all a man possess'd
with[235] a perpetual pleasure, like that of generation,
even in the highest lusciousness, he straight sinks as
unable to bear so continual, so pure, so universal a
sensuality.
_Herod._ By even truth, 'tis very right; and, for my
part, would I were eunuch'd rather than thus suck'd
away with kisses, enfeebling dalliance; and O the falling
sickness on them all! why did reasonable nature give so
strange, so rebellious, so tyrannous, so insatiate parts of
appetite to so weak a governess--a[236] woman? 122
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