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Every Man out of His Humour by Ben Jonson
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myself and servant wearied, my suit is, to enter your fair castle and
refresh me.

LADY. Sir knight, albeit it be not usual with me, chiefly in the absence
of a husband, to admit any entrance to strangers, yet in the true regard of
those innated virtues, and fair parts, which so strive to express
themselves, in you; I am resolved to entertain you to the best of my
unworthy power; which I acknowledge to be nothing, valued with what so
worthy a person may deserve. Please you but stay while I descend.
[EXIT FROM THE WINDOW.

PUNT. Most admired lady, you astonish me.
[WALKS ASIDE WITH SORDIDO AND HIS SON.

CAR. What! with speaking a speech of your own penning?

FAST. Nay, look: prithee, peace.

CAR. Pox on't! I am impatient of such foppery.

FAST. O let us hear the rest.

CAR. What! a tedious chapter of courtship, after sir Lancelot and queen
Guenever? Away! I marle in what dull cold nook he found this lady out;
that, being a woman, she was blest with no more copy of wit but to serve
his humour thus. 'Slud, I think he feeds her with porridge, I: she could
never have such a thick brain else.

SOG. Why, is porridge so hurtful, signior?

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