Hang him; a gilder that hath his brains perished with quicksilver
is not more cold in the liver. The great barriers moulted not more
feathers, than he hath shed hairs, by the confession of his doctor. An
Irish gamester that will play himself naked, and then wage all
downward, at hazard, is not more venturous. So unable to please a
woman, that, like a Dutch doublet, all his back is shrunk into his
breaches.
Shroud you within this closet, good my lord;
Some trick now must be thought on to divide
My brother-in-law from his fair bed-fellow.
Brach. Oh, should she fail to come----
Flam. I must not have your lordship thus unwisely amorous. I myself
have not loved a lady, and pursued her with a great deal of under-age
protestation, whom some three or four gallants that have enjoyed would
with all their hearts have been glad to have been rid of. 'Tis just
like a summer bird-cage in a garden: the birds that are without despair
to get in, and the birds that are within despair and are in a
consumption for fear they shall never get out. Away, away, my lord.
[Exit Brachiano as Camillo enters.
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