Page 207 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

Enter Boult.
Now, sir, hast thou cried her through the market?

BOULT
I have cried her almost to the number of her hairs. I have drawn her picture
with my voice. [90]

BAWD
And I prithee tell me, how dost thou find the inclination of the people,

especially of the younger sort?

BOULT
Faith, they listened to me as they would have hearkened to their father’s
testament. There was a Spaniard’s mouth watered, and he went to bed to
her very [95] description.

BAWD
We shall have him bere tomorrow with his best ruff on.

BOULT

Tonight, tonight. But, mistress, do you know the French knight, that cowers
i’the hams? [100]

BAWD
Who, Monsieur Veroles?

BOULT
Ay, he. He offered to cut a caper at the proclamation, but he made a groan at
it, and swore he would see her tomorrow.

BAWD
Well, well, as for him, he brought his disease [105] hither; here he does but

repair it. I know he will come in our shadow to scatter his crowns of the sun.

BOULT
Well, if we had of every nation a traveller, we should lodge them with this
sign.