SCENE III.

_Enter_ Jacomo.

_Jac._ I ever knew no woman could abide me, But am I grown so contemptible, by being once drunk Amongst 'em, that they begin to throw piss on my head? For surely it was piss, huh, huh. [_seem to smell._

_Enter_ Fabritio.

_Fab. Jacomo_, how do'st thou?

_Jac._ Well, something troubled with waterish humours.

_Fab._ Foh, how thou stink'st! pre'thee stand further off me, Me thinks these humours become thee better than thy dry Cholerick humours, or thy wine-wet humours; ha?

_Jac._ You're pleasant, but _Fabritio_ know I am not in the mood of Suffering jests.

_Fab._ If you be not i' th' mood I hope you will not be moody, But truly I cannot blame the Gentlewomen, you stood evesdropping Under their window, and would not come up.

_Jac._ Sir, I suspect now, by your idle talk Your hand was in't, which if I once believe, Be sure you shall account to me.

_Fab._ The Gentlewomen and the Maids have counted to you already, The next turn I see is mine.

_Jac._ Let me dye but this is very strange; good _Fabritio_ Do not provoke me so.

_Fab._ Provoke you? you're grown the strangest fellow; there's no Keeping company with you, phish; take you that.

[Sidenote: Fab. _gives him a box o'th' ear suddenly, and throws him_ _from him, and goes his way, whilst_ Jaco. _draws his Sword_.]

_Jac._ O all the Devils! stand Slave.

_Fab._ Follow me if thou dar'st.

_Jac._ Stay coward, stay. [Jac. _runs after_ Fabricio.