SCENE X.
Labrax, Servants, and Women.
Lab. walking on one side.]
Bless me! O' my Consci∣ence, i' this short time, the Temple's transform'd from that o' Venus to Hercules, by th' old Man's erecting his two Monuments, with Clubs i' their Hands. As I hope to live, I known't where to hide my Head, for both Sea and Land are conspir'd against me.—Palestra!
[Sorrowfully.
Ser.
What wou'd ye have?
Lab.
Hang ye, there's an ill meaning in't. Marry. The Palestra that answers, is none o' mine—Hark ye, Ampelisca!
Ser.
Have a care ye don't pull an old House about your Ears.
Lab. aside.]
These Lubberly Dogs advise me well however.—
[to the Servants.]
Hark ye, 'tis you I speak to; will it be e'r the worse for ye, if I come nigher to 'em?
Ser.
Not for us.
Lab.
Nor for my sides neither?
Ser.
Not if you be cautious.
Lab.
What shou'd I be cautious of?
Ser.
Of having your Bones broken.
Lab.
Good Boys, let me go.
[Fawningly.
Ser.
Go, if you please.