The Every-day Book and Table Book. v. 2 (of 3) or Everlasting Calendar of Popular Amusements, Sports, Pastimes, Ceremonies, Manners, Customs and Events, Incident to Each of the Three Hundred and Sixty-five Days, in past and Present Times; Forming a Complete History of the Year, Month, and Seasons, and a Perpetual Key to the Almanac

Act II. Scene II.

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Prince George arises.

_Prince George speaks._

O horrible! terrible! the like was never seen, A man drove out of seven senses into fifteen, And out of fifteen into four score, O horrible! terrible! the like was ne’er before. _Alex._ Thou silly ass, that liv’st on grass, dost thou abuse a stranger? I live in hopes to buy new ropes, and tie thy nose to a manger. _P. George._ Sir, unto you I bend. _Alex._ Stand off thou slave, I think thee not my friend. _P. George._ A slave! Sir, that’s for me by far too base a name, That word deserves to stab thine honour’s fame! _Alex._ To be stabb’d, sir, is least of all my care, Appoint your time and place, I’ll meet you there. _P. George._ I’ll cross the water at the hour of five. _Alex._ I’ll meet you there, sir, if I be alive. _P. George._ But stop, sir, I’ll wish you a wife both lusty and young, Can talk Dutch, French, and the Italian tongue. _Alex._ I’ll have none such. _P. George._ Why don’t you love your learning? _Alex._ Yes, I love my learning as I love my life, I love a learned scholar, but not a learned wife; Stand off, &c. _K. of Egypt._ Sir, to express thy beauty I’m not able, For thy face shines like the very kitchen table, Thy teeth are no whiter than the charcoal, &c. _Alex._ Stand off thou dirty dog, or by my sword thou’lt die, I’ll make thy body full of holes, and cause thy buttons to fly.