of your worst advantage: 125
And I have cast a project with the Countesse
To watch a time when all his wariest guards
Shall not exempt him. Therefore give him breath;
Sure death delaid is a redoubled death.
_Cler._ Good sister, trouble not your selfe with this: 130
Take other ladyes care; practise your face.
There's the chaste matron, Madame Perigot,
Dwels not farre hence; Ile ride and send her to you.
Shee did live by retailing mayden-heads
In her minoritie; but now shee deales 135
In whole-sale altogether for the Court.
I tell you, shee's the onely fashion-monger,
For your complexion, poudring of your haire,
Shadowes, rebatoes, wires, tyres, and such trickes,
That Cambray or, I thinke, the Court affords. 140
She shall attend you, sister, and with these
Womanly practises emply your spirit;
This other suites you not, nor fits the fashion.
Though shee be deare, lay't on, spare for no cost;
Ladies in these have all their bounties lost. 145
_Ren._ Madame, you see, his spirit will not checke
At any single danger, when it stands
Thus merrily firme against an host of men,
Threaten'd to be [in] armes for his surprise.
_Char._ That's a meere bugge-beare, an impossible mocke. 150
If hee, and him I bound by nuptiall faith,
Had not beene dull and drossie in performing
Wreake of the deare bloud of my matchlesse brother,
What Prince, what King, which of the desperat'st ruffings,
Outlawes in Arden, durst have tempted thus 155
One of our bloud and name, be't true or false?
_Cler._ This is not caus'd by that; twill be as sure
As yet it is not, though this should be true.
_Char._ True, tis past thought false.
_Cler._ I suppose the worst,
Which farre I am from thinking; and despise 160
The armie now in battaile that should act it.
[_Char._] I would not let my bloud up to that thought,
But it should cost the dearest bloud in France.
_Cler._ Sweet sister, (_osculatur_) farre be both off as the fact
Of my fain'd apprehension.
_Char._ I would once 165
Strip off my shame with my attire, and trie
If a poore woman, votist of revenge,
Would not performe it with a president
To all you bungling, fo
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