else.

SOG. Nay, I mean so, I'll not trust to them.

CAR. No, for heirs and executors are grown damnable careless, 'specially
since the ghosts of testators left walking. -- How like you him, signior?

FAST. 'Fore heavens, his humour arrides me exceedingly.

CAR. Arrides you!

FAST. Ay, pleases me: a pox on't! I am so haunted at the court, and at
my lodging, with your refined choice spirits, that it makes me clean of
another garb, another sheaf, I know not how! I cannot frame me to your
harsh vulgar phrase, 'tis against my genius.

Sog. Signior Carlo!
[TAKES HIM ASIDE.

COR. This is right to that of Horace, "Dum vitant stulti vitia, in
contraria currunt"; so this gallant labouring to avoid popularity, falls
into a habit of affectation, ten thousand times hatefuller than the former.

CAR. [POINTING TO FASTIDIOUS.] Who, he? a gull, a fool, no salt in him
i' the earth, man; he looks like a fresh salmon kept in a tub; he'll be
spent shortly. His brain's lighter than his feather already, and his
tongue more subject to lye, than that is to wag; he sleeps with a musk-cat
every night, and walks all day hang'd in pomander chains for penance; he
has his skin tann'd in civet, to make his complexion strong, and the
sweetness of his youth lasting in the sense of his sweet lady; a good empty