Blood, he speaks terribly, but for all that, I do not

greatly believe him; he looks as like conjuror as the Pope to a coster-

monger.

Well, Master Doctor, an your devils come not away

quickly, have me asleep presently. Zounds, I could

eat my anger to think I have been such an ass

all this stand gaping after the devil's governor, and

can see nothing.

Ay, ay, and I am content too, and thou bring Alex-

ander and his paramour before the Emperor. I'll be Acte-

on, and turn myself to a stag.

A plague upon you! Let me sleep a while.

The Emperor? Where? O, zounds, my head.

Zounds, Doctor, is this your villainy?

Hold, hold! Zounds, he'll raise up a kennel of devils,

I think anon. Good, my lord, entreat for me. 'Sblood, I am

never able to endure these torments.

Speak well of ye? 'Sblood, and scholars be such

cuckold-makers to clap horns of honest men's heads o'this

order; I'll ne'er trust smooth faces and small ruffs more. But,

an I be not revenged for this, would I might be turned to a

gaping oyster and drink nothing but salt water.