Lodo. Dead.


Flam. O fate!
Misfortune comes like the coroner's business
Huddle upon huddle.


Lodo. Shalt thou and I join housekeeping?


Flam. Yes, content:
Let 's be unsociably sociable.


Lodo. Sit some three days together, and discourse?


Flam. Only with making faces;
Lie in our clothes.


Lodo. With faggots for our pillows.


Flam. And be lousy.


Lodo. In taffeta linings, that 's genteel melancholy;