Well strook, monsieur! He charges like a Frenchman indeed,
thick and hotly.
MER. "Your cheeks are Cupid's baths, wherein he uses to steep
himself in milk and nectar: he does light all his torches at your
eyes, and instructs you how to shoot and wound with their beams.
Yet I love nothing in you more than your innocence; you retain so
native a simplicity, so unblamed a behaviour! Methinks, with such
a love, I should find no head, nor foot of my pleasure: you are
the very spirit of a lady."
ANA. Fair play, monsieur, you are too hot on the quarry; give your
competitor audience.
AMO. "Lady, how stirring soever the monsieur's tongue is, he will
lie by your side more dull than your eunuch."
ANA. A good stroke; that mouth was excellently put over.
AMO. "You are fair, lady --"
CRI. You offer foul, signior, to close; keep your distance; for
all your bravo rampant here.
AMO. "I say you are fair, lady, let your choice be fit, as you are
fair."
MER. "I say ladies do never believe they are fair, till some fool
begins to doat upon them."
PHI. You play too rough, gentlemen.
AMO. "Your frenchified fool is your only fool, lady: I do yield
to this honourable monsieur in all civil and humane courtesy.
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