Scene 34.
I wonder my Lady is able to stay in the room with my Master: his vomiting hath so fumed the room, as there is such a stink, that by my troth I am almost strangled with the smell of the corrupted drink.
Alas poor Lady! she is forc'd to stay for fear he should be out∣ragious in his drunken humour: for if she stirs or speaks, he swears as if he would draw the Devils out of Hell.
Hell is not so bad, as to be where he is now he is drunk.
My Master is asleep, and my Lady would have you make lesse noise, and not to talk so loud, for fear you should awake him.
If he be asleep, we may make what noise we will or can make, he will not wake until such time as the fume or vapour of wine be out of his head, no sound can enter: But I wonder my Lady will take such care of him, when he hath no respect to her, but transforms himself from man to beast e∣very day; indeed she sees him only a beast, not a man: for before he is who∣ly sober, he rises to go to a Tavern to be drunk again.
If my Master transforms himself into a beast ere that he comes to my Lady, he imitates Iove: for he transform'd himself into a Bull for the sake of sair Europa.
But not into a drunken roaring Bull as my Master is.
'Faith if I were my Lady, I would hold by his Horns, and then let him roar, and drink•• and whore as much as he will.