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.


See here he comes. This fellow by his apparel
Some men would judge a politician;
But call his wit in question, you shall find it
Merely an ass in 's foot-cloth. How now, brother?
What, travelling to bed with your kind wife?


Cam. I assure you, brother, no. My voyage lies
More northerly, in a far colder clime.
I do not well remember, I protest,
When I last lay with her.


Flam. Strange you should lose your count.


Cam. We never lay together, but ere morning
There grew a flaw between us.