_Sul._ I'le do my best, and suddenly: but hark ye,
Will you never lye at home again?
_Zab._ Excuse me,
I have too much business yet.
_Sulp._ I am right glad on't.
_Zab._ Think on your business, so farewel.
_Sulp._ I'le do it.
_Zab._ Within this hour I'le visit you again
And give you greater lights.
_Sulp._ I shall observe ye;
This brings a brave reward, bravely I'le do it,
And all the hidden art I have, express in't. [_Exeunt at both doors._
_Enter_ Rutilio _with a Night-cap._
_Rut._ Now do I look as if I were Crow-trodden,
Fye, how my hams shrink under me! O me,
I am broken-winded too; is this a life?
Is this the recreation I have aim'd at?
I had a body once, a handsome body,
And wholesome too. Now I appear like a rascal,
That had been hung a year or two in Gibbets.
Fye how I faint! women? keep me from women;
Place me before a Cannon, 'tis a pleasure;
Stretch me upon a Rack, a recreation;
But women? women? O the Devil! women?
_Curtius_ Gulf was never half so dangerous.
Is there no way to find the Trap-door again,
And fall into the Cellar, and be taken?
No lucky fortune to direct me that way?
No Gallies to be got, nor yet no Gallows?
For I fear nothing now, no earthly thing
But these unsatisfied Men-leeches, women.
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