DELIO. For that you may pretend
She'll use some prepar'd antidote of her own,
Lest the physicians should re-poison her.
ANTONIO. I am lost in amazement: I know not what to think on 't.
Exeunt.
Scene II<45>
[Enter] BOSOLA and Old Lady
BOSOLA. So, so, there 's no question but her techiness<46>
and most vulturous eating of the apricocks are apparent signs
of breeding, now?
OLD LADY. I am in haste, sir.
BOSOLA. There was a young waiting-woman had a monstrous desire
to see the glass-house----
OLD LADY. Nay, pray, let me go. I will hear no more
of the glass-house. You are still<47> abusing women!
BOSOLA. Who, I? No; only, by the way now and then, mention your
frailties. The orange-tree bears ripe and green fruit and blossoms
all together; and some of you give entertainment for pure love,
but more for more precious reward. The lusty spring smells well;
but drooping autumn tastes well. If we have the same golden showers
that rained in the time of Jupiter the thunderer, you have the same
Danaes still, to hold up their laps to receive them.
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