though you give him
the horns. Away. And yet, methinks, you should take your leave of 'enfant
perdu' here, your forlorn hope. [EXIT FAL.] -- How now, monsieur Brisk?
what! Friday night, and in affliction too, and yet your pulpamenta, your
delicate morsels! I perceive the affection of ladies and gentlewomen
pursues you wheresoever you go, monsieur.

FAST. Now, in good faith, and as I am gentle, there could not have come a
thing in this world to have distracted me more, than the wrinkled fortunes
of this poor dame.

MACI. O yes, sir; I can tell you a think will distract you much better,
believe it: Signior Deliro has entered three actions against you, three
actions, monsieur! marry, one of them (I'll put you in comfort) is but
three thousand, and the other two, some five thousand pound together:
trifles, trifles.

FAST. O, I am undone.

MACI. Nay, not altogether so, sir; the knight must have his hundred pound
repaid, that will help too; and then six score pounds for a diamond, you
know where. These be things will weigh, monsieur, they will weigh.

FAST. O heaven!

MACI. What! do you sigh? this is to 'kiss the hand of a countess', to
'have her coach sent for you', to 'hang poniards in ladies' garters', to
'wear bracelets of their hair', and for every one of these great favours to
'give some slight jewel of five hundred crowns, or so'; why, 'tis nothing.
Now, monsieur, you see the plague that treads on the heels o' your foppery:
well, go your ways in, remove yourself to the two-penny ward quickly, to
save charges, and there set up your rest to spend sir Puntarvolo's hundred
pound for him. Away, good pomander, go!
[EXIT FASTIDIOUS.
Why here's a change! now is my soul at peace:
I am as empty of all envy now,
As they of merit to be envied at.
My humour, like a flame, no longer lasts
Than it hath stuff to feed it; and their folly
Being now raked up in their repentant ashes,
Affords no ampler subject to my spleen.
I am so far from malicing their states,
That I begin to pity them. It grieves me
To think they have a being. I could wish
They might turn wise upon it, and be saved now,
So heaven were pleased; but let them vanish, vapours! --
Gentlemen, how like you it? has't not been tedious?

COR. Nay, we have done censuring now.

MIT. Yes, faith.

MACI. How so?