Fab. I would exult, man : you know, he brought Clo. Now, the melancholy god protect thee, and me out o' favour with my lady about a bear-baiting the tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffata, here. for thy mind is a very opal!—I would have men of Sir To. To anger him we'll have the bear again, such constancy put to sea, that their business might and we will fool him black and blue ;-shall we not, be every thing, and their intent every where; for sir Andrew ? that's it, that always makes a good voyage of no Sir And. An we do not, it is pity of our lives. thing.–Farewell.