THE HONEST WHORE.
24572456goes to be married till he be
starke mad.
24582457Hip. Mu
ffle your
selues yonders
Fluello.
Enter Fluello. 24602459Flu. O my Lord the
se cloakes are not for this raine, the
24612460tempe
st is too great: I come
sweating to tell you of it, that
24642463Flu. Whats the matter! you haue matterd it faire: the
(Duk's at hand. 24672466Hip. Then all our plots
2467are turnd vpon our heads; and we
2468are blown vp
2468with our own vnderminings. Sfoot how comes
2469he,
2469what villaine dur
st betray our being here.
24702470Flu. Castruchio,
Castruchio tolde the Duke, and
Mathaeo 24722472Hip. Would you betray me to
Chastruchio,
24732473Ma. Sfoot he dambd him
selfe to the pit of hell if he
spake
(ont agen. 24742474Hip. So did you
sweare to me,
so were you dambd.
24752475Mat. Pox on em, & there be no faith in men, if a man
shall
24762476not beleeue oathes
: he tooke bread and
salt by this light, that
24772477he would neuer open his lips.
Hip. Oh God, oh God.
24782478Ans. Sonne be not de
sperate
2479haue patience, you
shal trip your
2479enemy downe,
2480by his owne
slights, how far is the Duke hēce.
24802481Flu. Hees but new
set out
: Castruchio,
Pioratto and
Sinezi 24812482come along with him: you haue time enough yet to preuent
24832484Ans. You
shall
steale
secretly into the Chappell,
24842485And pre
sently be maried; if the duke
24852486Abide here
still,
spite of ten thou
sand eyes,
24862487You
shall
scape hence like Friers.
24872488Hip. O ble
st di
sgui
sde: O happy man.
24882489Ans. Talke not of happine
sse till your clo
sde hand,
24892490Haue her bith'forhead, like the lock of time,
24902491Bee not too
slow, nor ha
sty, now you clime,
24912492Vp to the towre of bli
sse, onely be wary
24922493And patient, thats all, if you like my plot
24932494Build and di
spatch, if not farewell, then not.
24942495Hip. O Yes, we doe applaud it, weele di
spute,
24952496No longer, but will hence and execute.
Fluello