Is this the glorious mark of my deservings? Taynted and torne in honour must I perish, And must theis silver curles, ô you unthanckfull, Theis emblemes of my frostie cares and travells For you and for the State, fall with disgraces? Goe, fall before your new Prince!

Midwives travell at night & are weary with eating groaning pyes, & yet sleepe not: shall I hooke you? Man.

Are your legges growne so feeble on the suddeine They feyle when you shoold travell to your whores, But you must bringe them home and keepe them heere Under my nose?

Bac. That would be a shew indeed worth seeing: sirra be wise and take money for this motion, travell with it, and where the name of Bessus has been knowne, or a good Coward stirring, twill yeeld more then a tilting.