Beaumont and Fletcher's Works, Vol. 05 of 10

Fre. Bid those depart. Sor. You must retire my Lords. Cam. What new design is hammering in his head now? Cle. Let's pray heartily None of our heads meet with it, my Wife's old, That's all my comfort. Men. Mine's ugly, that I am sure on, And I think honest too, 'twould make me start else. Cam. Mine's troubled in the Country with a Feaver, And some few infirmities else; he looks again, Come let's retire, certain 'tis some she-business, This new Lord is imployed.