Flam. [You need not have carved him, in faith; they say he is a capon
already. I must now seemingly fall out with you.] Shall a gentleman
so well descended as Camillo [a lousy slave, that within this twenty
years rode with the black guard in the duke's carriage, 'mongst spits
and dripping-pans!]--


Cam. Now he begins to tickle her.


Flam. An excellent scholar [one that hath a head fill'd with calves'
brains without any sage in them,] come crouching in the hams to you for
a night's lodging? [that hath an itch in 's hams, which like the fire
at the glass-house hath not gone out this seven years] Is he not a
courtly gentleman? [when he wears white satin, one would take him by
his black muzzle to be no other creature than a maggot] You are a
goodly foil, I confess, well set out [but cover'd with a false stone--
yon counterfeit diamond].


Cam. He will make her know what is in me.


Flam. Come, my lord attends you; thou shalt go to bed to my lord.


Cam. Now he comes to 't.