Bora.

What, Conrade.

Watch.

Peace, stir not.

Bora.

Conrade, I say.

Conr.

Here man, I am at thy elbow.

Bora.

Mass and my elbow itch'd, I thought there would a scab follow.

Conr.

I will owe thee an answer for that, and now forward with thy tale.

Bora.

Stand thee close then under this pent-house, for it drizles rain, and I will, like a true drunkard, utter all to thee.

Watch.

Some treason, masters; yet stand close.

Bora.

Therefore know, I have earned of Don John a thousand ducats.

Conr.

Is it possible that any villany should be so dear?

Bora.

Thou should'st rather ask if it were possible any villany should be so rich? for when rich villains have need of poor ones, poor ones may make what price they will.

Conr.

I wonder at it.

Bora.

That shews thou art unconfirm'd, thou knowest that the fashion of a doublet, or a hat, or a cloak is nothing to a man.

Conr.

Yes it is apparel.

Bora.

I mean the fashion.

Conr.

Yes the fashion is the fashion.

Bora.

Tush, I may as well say the fool's the fool; but seest thou not what a deformed thief this fashion is?

Watch.

I know that Deformed; he has been a vile thief this seven years; he goes up and down like a gentleman: I remember his name.

Bora.

Didst thou not hear some body?

Conr.

No, 'twas the vane on the house.

Bora.

Seest thou not, I say, what a deformed thief this fashion is, how giddily he turns about all the hot-bloods between fourteen and five and thirty, sometimes fashioning them like Pharao's soldiers in the † ^noterechy painting, sometimes like the God Bell's priests in the old church-window, sometimes like the shaven Hercules in the smirch'd worm-eaten tapestry, where his cod-piece seems as massie as his club.

Conr.

All this I see, and see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man; but art not thou thy self giddy with the fashion, that thou hast shifted out of thy tale into telling me of the fashion?

Bora.

Not so neither; but know that I have to-night wooed Margaret, the lady Hero's gentlewoman, by the name of Hero; she leans me out at her mistress's chamber-window, bids me a thousand times good night—I tell this tale vildly—I should first tell thee how the Prince, Claudio, and my master planted and plac'd, and possessed by my master Don John, saw far off in the orchard this amiable encounter.

Conr.

And thought thy Margaret was Hero?

Bora.

Two of them did, the Prince and Claudio, but the devil my master knew she was Margaret; and partly by his oaths which first possest them, partly by the dark night which did deceive them, but chiefly by my villany, which did confirm any slander that Don John had made; away went Claudio enraged,

swore he would meet her as he was appointed next morning at the temple, and there before the whole congregation shame her with what he saw o'er night, and send her home again without a husband.

1 Watch.

We charge you in the Prince's name stand.

2 Watch.

Call up the right master constable, we have here recovered the most dangerous piece of lechery that ever was known in the common-wealth.

1 Watch.

And one Deformed is one of them; I know him, he wears a lock.

Conr.

Masters, masters.

2 Watch.

You'll be made bring Deformed forth, I warrant you.

Conr.

Masters, never speak, we charge you, let us obey you to go with us.

Bora.

We are like to prove a goodly commodity, being taken up of these mens bills.

Conr.

A commodity in question I warrant you: come we'll obey you.