Flam. [With a relish as curious as a vintner going to taste new wine.]
[To Camillo.] I am opening your case hard.


Cam. A virtuous brother, o' my credit!


Flam. He will give thee a ring with a philosopher's stone in it.


Cam. Indeed, I am studying alchemy.


Flam. Thou shalt lie in a bed stuffed with turtle's feathers; swoon in
perfumed linen, like the fellow was smothered in roses. So perfect
shall be thy happiness, that as men at sea think land, and trees, and
ships, go that way they go; so both heaven and earth shall seem to go
your voyage. Shalt meet him; 'tis fix'd, with nails of diamonds to
inevitable necessity.


Vit. How shalt rid him hence?


Flam. [I will put brize in 's tail, set him gadding presently.] I have
almost wrought her to it; I find her coming: but, might I advise you
now, for this night I would not lie with her, I would cross her humour
to make her more humble.