y pocket of what compass you were
    About when you first were in love with me,
    And also the measure to that you must
    Fall before I marry you. Here was your full
    Bigness, which was three yards about: let me see;
    You are fallen a yard.

    +Ping.+ Well, and won't you marry me then?

    +Mir.+ That you'll see presently; for here's the measure
    Must compass you about before I do.
    This wants a yard yet.

    +Ping.+ Well, and d'ye think it's possible
    For me ever to become such a grig
    As that measure will meet about me?
    Why, to do that you must embowel me, and then
    Shave the remaining rolls of fat off from
    My melting sides.

    +Doctor.+ Here, pray, sir, throw this blanket
    About you; you will catch your death.

    +Ping.+                                 Look you,
    Unreasonable mistress, thus am I
    Fain to do every day, because I would
    Melt myself into a husband for you:
    You may hear my guts at this time boiling
    Within me; I am confident they will
    Have the same fat as a kettle full of
    Black puddings that are over-boiled, and so
    Broken.

    +Doctor.+ Come, sir, you must needs go to bed.

    +Ping.+ That is to say, I must go swim; for that
    I do constantly in a sea of sweat.

    +Mir.+ Ay, pray, sir, I wou'd not for all the world
    You should miscarry.

    +Ping.+ Indeed, I look as
    If I were with child. Lady, if you have
    Any thoughts of going to heaven, have
    Mercy on me.

    +Mir.+         Farewell, garbage.

    +Ping.+ O heat! O fat! O love! what will you
    Do with me?                                   [_Exit with +Doctor+._

    +Phil.+ Was there ever such sport as we have seen?

    +Mir.+ Heaven send thee and I many a fair
    Year to be mad together in.

    +Phil.+ Ay, as
    You say, give us but time enough, and when
    We grow tame, let the bell toll for us.
    But stay, let us return
    Back to my virgins, that I may
    Make my conditions with 'em,
    Before they get out of prison.

                _En