+ Sir, I am sorrier
    For it: but it must compass your middle before
    You can be my dear chuck: your servant, sir,
    I am in haste.

    +Pin.+ Prythee, thou damnable
    Pretty rogue, let me have some comfort from thee,
    Before thou goest, either from thy eyes,
    Thy cheeks, mouth, or nose, or some part about thee
    Consider what a dissolution I
    Must undergo for love of thee.

    +Mir.+ I do indeed, sir; but your servant for this time.    [_Exit._

    +Pin.+ Worthy doctor, my hopes are all in you now,
    I have tried many physicians already
    To make me lean enough for that
    Tormenting, pretty fairy devil.

    +Doctor.+ Truly, sir, your case is very desperate;
    But if any man in the world can drain
    Your fat from you, 'tis I: sir, we'll begin
    Your course out of hand.

    +Pin.+ Do you hear, be sure
    I have at least two dozen of napkins ready
    Upon the spot, to rub me at every turn;
    Therefore come you all along with me--
    Have mercy on me, I have love and fat
    Enough to furnish a whole nation.                         [_Exeunt._




ACT III.


                _Enter +Amphelia+, going to the prison._

    +Amph.+ How false a woman to all eyes I seem,
    Because I still will hide my constant love!
    This way I take will bravely break my heart,
    To tell the duke were sneakingly to die:
    Since, if he knew that I did love him still,
    With basest scorns he'd laugh my soul to death;
    Such friendship to this pris'ner I will show,
    Shall make the duke believe my heart is there.
    To set him free I'll use my utmost art----.
    Would I could do as much for this poor heart!
    This way my love with my designs complies,
    Thus one in chains another's chains unties.
    I have made the jailor mine already,
    By promising him these hundred pieces--
    'Tis now about the time I appointed
    To be here--

                           _Enter +Jailor+._

    O, yonder's the jailor expecting me--
    Here, jailor, here's for thy
    Honesty: may the busin