_Rut._ And pick his bones, as y'have done mine, pox take ye.
_Dua._ At my lodging for a while, you shall be quartered,
And there take Physick for your health.
_Rut._ I thank ye,
I have found my angel now too, if I can keep him.
[_Exeunt omnes._
_Actus Quintus. Scena Prima._
_Enter Rutilio and Duarte._
_Rut. You like the Letter?
_Dua._ Yes, but I must tell you
You tempt a desperate hazard, to sollicite
The mother, (and the grieved one too, 'tis rumor'd)
Of him you slew so lately.
_Rut._ I have told you
Some proofs of her affection, and I know not
A nearer way to make her satisfaction
For a lost Son, than speedily to help her
To a good Husband; one that will beget
Both Sons and Daughters, if she be not barren.
I have had a breathing now, and have recovered
What I lost in my late service, 'twas a hot one:
It fired and fired me; but all thanks to you Sir,
You have both freed and cool'd me.
_Dua._ What is done Sir,
I thought well done, and was in that rewarded,
And therefore spare your thanks.
_Rut._ I'le no more Whoring:
This fencing 'twixt a pair of sheets, more wears one
Than all the exercise in the world besides.
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