MORUS. Yea, sir: good aunt now, let him have it; he will use me
the better; if you love me do, good aunt.
MOR. Well, tell him he shall have it.
MORUS. Master, you shall have it, she says.
ASO. Shall I? thank her, good page.
CUP. What, has he entertained the fool?
MER. Ay, he'll wait close, you shall see, though the beggar hang
off a while.
MORUS. Aunt, my master thanks you.
MOR. Call him hither.
MORUS. Yes; master.
MOR. Yes, in verity, and gave me this purse, and he has promised
me a most fine dog; which he will have drawn with my picture, he
says: and desires most vehemently to be known to your ladyships.
PHA. Call him hither, 'tis good groping such a gull.
MORUS. Master Asotus, master Asotus!
ASO. For love's sake, let me go: you see I am call'd to the
ladies.
ARG. Wilt thou forsake me, then?
ASO. Od so! what would you have me do?
MOR. Come hither, master Asotus. -- I do ensure your ladyships, he
is a gentleman of a very worthy desert: and of a most bountiful
nature. -- You must shew and insinuate yourself responsible, and
equivalent now to my commendment. -- Good honours grace him.
ASO. I protest, more then most fair ladies, "I do wish all variety
of divine pleasures, choice sports, sweet music, rich fare, brave
attire, soft beds, and silken thoughts, attend these fair
beauties".
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