ANA. So it must for me too, for I am not asham'd to take it.
MORUS. Sweet man! By my troth, master, I love you; will you love
me too, for my aunt's sake? I'll wait well, you shall see. I'll
still be here. Would I might never stir, but you are a fine man in
these clothes; master, shall I have them when you have done with
them?
ASO. As for that, Morus, thou shalt see more hereafter; in the
mean time, by this air, or by this feather, I'll do as much for
thee, as any gallant shall do for his page, whatsoever, in this
court, corner of the world, or kingdom.
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MER. I wonder this gentleman should affect to keep a fool:
methinks he makes sport enough with himself.
CUP. Well, Prosaites, 'twere good you did wait closer.
PRO. Ay, I'll look to it; 'tis time.
COS. The revels would have been most sumptuous to-night, if they
had gone forward. [EXIT.]
MER. They must needs, when all the choicest singularities of the
court were up in pantofles; ne'er a one of them but was able to
make a whole show of itself.
ASO. [WITHIN.] Sirrah, a torch, a torch!
PRO. O, what a call is there! I will have a canzonet made, with
nothing in it but sirrah; and the burthen shall be, I come.
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