Subject to helps or hurts; our own defires Are our own fates; our own stars, all our fortunes, Which, as we fway 'em, fo abufe or blefs us. Enter Frederick, and Don John peeping. Fred. Peace to your meditations. John. Pox upon you, Stand out o' th' light. Con. I crave your mercy, Sir; My mind o'ercharged with care made me unmannerly. Fred. Pray you fet that mind at reft, all shall be perfect. John. I like the body rarely; a handsome body, A wondrous handsome body; would she would turn: See, and that fpightful puppy be not got Between me and my light again. Fred. 'Tis done, As all that you command shall be: the gentleman Is fafely off all danger. John. Rare creature! Con. How fhall I thank you, Sir? how fatisfy? Fred. Speak foftly, gentle lady, all's rewarded; Now coes he melt like marmalade. John. Nay, 'tis certain, [afide: Thou Thou art the fweeteft woman, that eyes e'er look'd on. Fred. Has none disturb'd you? Con. Not any, Sir, nor any found come near me, I thank your care. Fred. 'Tis well. John. I would fain pray now, [afide. But the devil, and that flesh there, O th' world! What are we made to fuffer? Fred. He'll enter; Pull in your head and be hang'd. John. Hark ye, Frederick, I have brought you home your pack-faddle. Fred. Pox upon you. Con. Nay, let him enter: fie, my lord the duke, Stand peeping at your friends! Fred. You are cozen'd lady. Here's no duke. Con. I know him full well, Signior. John. Hold thee there, wench. Fred. This mad-brain'd fool will fpoil all. John. My grace! There was a word of comfort. Fred. Fred. Shall he enter, Who e'er he be? John. Well followed Frederick. Con. With all my heart. Enter Don John. Fred. Come in then. John. Blefs you lady. Fred. Nay, ftart not, though he be a ftranger to you, He's of a noble strain, my kinsman, lady, My countryman, and fellow-traveller ; One bed contains us ever, one purse feeds us, And one faith free between us; do not fear him, He's truly honeft. John. That's a lye. Fred. And trufty: Beyond your wishes: valiant to defend, [afide. And modeft to converse with, as your blushes. John. Now may I hang myfelf; this commen dation Has broke the neck of all my hopes; for now Muft I cry, no forfooth, and ay forfooth, and furely, And truly as I live, and as I am honeft. H'as done these things for nonce too; for he knows, Like Like a moft envious rascal as he is, I am not honeft This way: h'as watch'd his time, But I fhall quit him. Con. Sir, I credit you: Fred. Go falute her, John. John. Plague o' your commendations. Con. One word, Signior. John. Now 'tis impoffible I should be honest, What points fhe at? my leg, I warrant; or My well-knit body: fit faft, Don Frederick. Fred. "Twas given him by that gentleman You took fuch care of, his own being loft i'th' fcuffle. Con. With much joy may he wear it : 'tis a right one, I can affure you, gentlemen; and right happy Con. 'T had almoft cozened me; For not to lye, when I faw that, I look'd for Fred. Fred. Who's there? [Knock within. Stand you a little clofe: come in, Sir. Enter Anthony. Now what's the news with you? Ant. There is a gentleman without Would speak with Don John. John. Who, Sir? Ant. I do not know, Sir, but he fhews a man Of no mean reckoning. John. Let him fhew his name, And then return a little wifer. [Exit Anthony. Fred. How do you like her, John? John. As well as you, Frederick, For all I am honeft; you fhall find it too. Fred. Art thou not honeft? John. Art thou an ass? "And modeft as her blushes ?" what a blockhead Would e'er have popp'd out fuch a dry apology These are arguments to draw them to abhor us. A handfome man, a wholefome man, a tough man, Made |