'Tis too full of uncertain motion. He hobbles too much.
CRI. 'Tis call'd your court-staggers, sir.
HED. That same fellow talks so now he has a place!
ANA. Hang him! neglect him.
MER. "Your good ladyship's affectioned."
WIFE. Ods so! they speak at this weapon, brother.
ASO. They must do so, sister; how should it be the Better Regard,
else?
PHA. Methinks he did not this respectively enough.
PHI. Why, the monsieur but dallies with him.
HED. Dallies! 'Slight, see! he'll put him to't in earnest. --
Well done, Amorphus!
ANA. That puff was good indeed.
CRI. Ods me! this is desperate play: he hits himself o' the
shins.
HED. An he make this good through, he carries it, I warrant him.
CRI. Indeed he displays his feet rarely.
HED. See, see! he does the respective leer damnably well.
AMO. "The true idolater of your beauties shall never pass their
deities unadored: I rest your poor knight."
HED. See, now the oblique leer, or the Janus: he satisfies all
with that aspect most nobly. [A FLOURISH.]
Cri. And most terribly he comes off; like your rodomontado.
PHA. How like you this play, Anaides?
ANA. Good play; but 'tis too rough and boisterous.
AMO.
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