¶Clau. If he be not in loue with
some woman, there is no be-
¶leeuing old
signes, a bru
shes his hat a mornings, what
should
¶Prince Hath any man
seene him at the Barbers?
¶Clau. No, but the barbers man hath bin
seene with him,
¶and the olde ornament of his cheeke hath already
stufft tennis
1250Leon. Indeed he lookes yonger than he did, by the lo
sse of
¶Prince Nay a rubs him
selfe with ciuit, can you
smell him
¶Claud. Thats as much as to
say, the
sweete youthe's in
¶Bene. The greate
st note of it is his melancholy.
¶Claud. And when was he woont to wa
sh his face?
¶Prince Yea or to paint him
selfe? for the which I heare what
1260Claud. Nay but his ie
sting
spirit, which is now crept into a
¶lute-
string, and now gouernd by
stops.
¶Prince Indeed that tells a heauy tale for him: conclude, con-
¶Claud. Nay but I know who loues him.
1265Prince That would I know too, I warrant one that knows
¶Claud. Yes, and his ill conditions, and in di
spight of al, dies
¶Prince She
shall be buried with her face vpwards.
1270Bene. Yet is this no charme for the tooth-ake, old
signior,
¶walke a
side with me, I haue
studied eight or nine wi
se wordes
¶to
speake to you, which the
se hobby-hor
ses mu
st not heare.
¶Prince For my life to breake with him about Beatrice.
1275Claud. Tis euen
so, Hero and Margaret haue by this played
¶their parts with Beatrice, and then the two beares will not
¶bite one another when they meete.
¶Bastard My lord and brother, God
saue you.
1280Prince Good den brother.
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