Volume Iv Part 49 (2/2)

_Guil._ Why, forsooth, what do you intend to pa.s.s for, A Maid or a Boy?

_Clo._ Why, what I seem to be, will it not do?

_Guil._ Yes, yes, it may do, but I know not what; I would Love would transmography me to a Maid now, --We should be the prettiest Couple: Don't you remember when you dress'd me up the last Carnival, was I not the woundiest handsome La.s.s A body could see in a Summer's day?

There was _Claud_ the Shepherd as freakish after me, I'll warrant you, and simper'd and tript it like any thing.

_Clo._ Ay, but they say 'tis dangerous for young Maids to live at Court.

_Guil._ Nay, then I should be loth to give temptation.

--Pray, forsooth, what's that you read so often there?

_Clo._ An advice to young Maids that are in love.

_Guil._ Ay, ay, that same Love is a very vengeance thing, Wou'd I were in love too; I see it makes a body valiant; One neither feels Hunger nor Cold that is possest with it.

_Clo._ Thou art i'th' right, it can do Miracles.

_Guil._ So it seems, for without a Miracle you and I could never Have rambled about these Woods all night without either Bottle or Wallet: I could e'en cry for hunger now.

_Clo._ What a dull Soul this Fellow hath?

Sure it can never feel the generous Pains Of Love, as mine does now; oh, how I glory To find my Heart above the common rate!

Were not my Prince inconstant, I would not envy what the Blessed do above: But he is false, good Heaven!-- [Weeps. _Guil._ howls.

--What dost thou feel, that thou shouldst weep with me?

_Guil._ Nothing but Hunger, sharp Hunger, forsooth.

_Clo._ Leave calling me forsooth, it will betray us.

_Guil._ What shall I call you then?

_Clo._ Call me, _Philibert_, or any thing; And be familiar with me: put on thy Hat, lest any come and see us.

_Guil._ 'Tis a hard name, but I'll learn it by heart.

--Well, _Philibert_--What shall we do when we come to Court?

[Puts on his Hat.

Besides eating and drinking, which I shall do in abundance.

_Clo._ We must get each of us a Service: --But thou art such a Clown.

_Guil._ Nay, say not so, honest _Philibert_: for look ye, I am much the properer Fellow of the two. [Walks.

_Clo._ Well, try thy fortune; but be sure you never discover Me, whatever Questions may chance to be asked thee.

_Guil._ I warrant thee, honest Lad, I am true and trusty; But I must be very familiar with you, you say.

_Clo._ Yes, before Company.

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