359Pal. Tis in our power,

360(Vnlesse we feare that Apes can Tutor's) to

361Be Masters of our manners: what neede I

362Affect anothers gate, which is not catching

363Where there is faith, or to be fond upon

364Anothers way of speech, when by mine owne

365I may be reasonably conceiv'd; sav'd too,

366Speaking it truly; why am I bound

367By any generous bond to follow him

368Followes his Taylor, haply so long untill

369The follow'd, make pursuit? or let me know,

370Why mine owne Barber is unblest, with him

371My poore Chinne too, for tis not Cizard iust

372To such a Favorites glasse: What Cannon is there

373That does command my Rapier from my hip

374To dangle't in my hand, or to go tip toe

375Before the streete be foule? Either I am

376The fore-horse in the Teame, or I am none

377That draw i'th sequent trace: these poore sleight sores,

378Neede not a plantin; That which rips my bosome

379Almost to'th heart's,

380Arcite. Our Vncle Creon.

381Pal. He,

382A most unbounded Tyrant, whose successes

383Makes heaven unfeard, and villany assured

384Beyond its power: there's nothing, almost puts

385Faith in a feavour, and deifies alone

386Voluble chance, who onely attributes

387The faculties of other Instruments

388To his owne Nerves and act; Commands men service,

389And what they winne in't, boot and glory on;

390That feares not to do harm; good, dares not; Let

391The blood of mine that's sibbe to him, be suckt

392From me with Leeches, Let them breake and fall

393Off me with that corruption.

394Arc. Cleere spirited Cozen

395Lets leave his Court, that we may nothing share,

396Of his lowd infamy: for our milke,