SCENE III.
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Enter Jacomo.
Jac. I ever knew no woman could abide me, But am I grown so contemptible, by being once drunk Amongst 'em, that they begin to throw piss on my head? For surely it was piss, huh, huh. [seem to smell.
Enter Fabritio.
Fab. Jacomo, how do'st thou? Jac. Well, something troubled with waterish humours. Fab. Foh, how thou stink'st! pre'thee stand further off me, Me thinks these humours become thee better than thy dry Cholerick humours, or thy wine-wet humours; ha? Jac. You're pleasant, but Fabritio know I am not in the mood of Suffering jests. Fab. If you be not i' th' mood I hope you will not be moody, But truly I cannot blame the Gentlewomen, you stood evesdropping Under their window, and would not come up. Jac. Sir, I suspect now, by your idle talk Your hand was in't, which if I once believe, Be sure you shall account to me. Fab. The Gentlewomen and the Maids have counted to you already, The next turn I see is mine. Jac. Let me dye but this is very strange; good Fabritio Do not provoke me so. Fab. Provoke you? you're grown the strangest fellow; there's no Keeping company with you, phish; take you that.
Fab. gives him a box o'th' ear suddenly, and throws him from him, and goes his way, whilst Jaco. draws his Sword.
Jac. O all the Devils! stand Slave. Fab. Follow me if thou dar'st. Jac. Stay coward, stay. [Jac. runs after Fabricio.