Part 19 (1/2)

TIB. Why, what's the matter?

COB. Oh, he hath basted me rarely, sumptuously: but I have it here will sauce him, oh, the doctor, the honestest old Trojan in all Italy, I do honour the very flea of his dog: a plague on him, he put me once in a villainous filthy fear: marry, it vanish'd away like the smoke of tobacco: but I was smok'd soundly first, I thank the devil, and his good angel my guest: well, wife, or Tib, (which you will) get you in, and lock the door, I charge you; let n.o.body into you, not Bobadilla himself, nor the devil in his likeness; you are a woman; you have flesh and blood enough in you; therefore be not tempted; keep the door shut upon all comers.

TIB. I warrant you there shall n.o.body enter here without my consent.

COB. Nor with your consent, sweet Tib, and so I leave you.

TIB. It's more than you know, whether you leave me so.

COB. How?

TIB. Why, sweet.

COB. Tut, sweet or sour, thou art a flower.

Keep close thy door, I ask no more.

[EXEUNT.]

ACT III. SCENE VI.

ENTER LORENZO JUN., PROSPERO, STEPHANO, MUSCO.

LOR JU. Well, Musco, perform this business happily, And thou makest a conquest of my love for ever.

PROS. I'faith, now let thy spirits put on their best habit, But at any hand remember thy message to my brother, For there's no other means to start him.

MUS. I warrant you, sir, fear nothing; I have a nimble soul that hath waked all my imaginative forces by this time, and put them in true motion: what you have possest me withal, I'll discharge it amply, sir. Make no question.

[EXIT MUSCO.]

PROS. That's well said, Musco: faith, sirrah, how dost thou approve my wit in this device?

LOR JU. Troth, well, howsoever; but excellent if it take.

PROS. Take, man: why, it cannot choose but take, if the circ.u.mstances miscarry not, but tell me zealously: dost thou affect my sister Hesperida, as thou pretendest?

LOR JU. Prospero, by Jesu.

PROS. Come, do not protest, I believe thee: i'faith, she is a virgin of good ornament, and much modesty, unless I conceived very worthily of her, thou shouldest not have her.

LOR JU. Nay, I think it a question whether I shall have her for all that.

PROS. 'Sblood, thou shalt have her, by this light, thou shalt!

LOR JU. Nay, do not swear.

PROS. By St. Mark, thou shalt have her: I'll go fetch her presently, 'point but where to meet, and by this hand, I'll bring her!

LOR JU. Hold, hold, what, all policy dead? no prevention of mischiefs stirring.