from Act I

Enter DEMENTIAS and PHEELLO carrying the royal golmph bags

PHEELLO

Nay, but this old age of our Triumphvir's

O'erflows the par: those his goodly eyes,

That o'er the traps and hazards of many a course

Have glow'd like putted Palmerus, now slice, now hook,

The office and devotion of their view

Upon a tawny green: his Captain's heart,

Which in the scuffles of great matches hath burst

The buckles of his toga, reneges all temper,

And is become the foam and the brush

To wash a gypsy's balls.

Flourish. Enter ATOEINNY, CLEPTOPUTTRA, her Caddii, the Gallery, with Eunuchs fanning her

Look, here they come:

Take good note, and you shall see in him:

The longest driver of the world transform'd

Into a divoting fool: behold and see.

CLEPTOPUTTRA

If it be love indeed, tell me how much.

MARKHISHIS ATOEINNY

There's buggery in the love that can be card'd.

CLEPTOPUTTRA

I'll set a wager how far to be loved.

MARKHIS ATOEINNY

Then thou needs find out new courses, new pars.

Enter a Messenger

Messenger

News, my good lord, from Roame.

MARKHIS ATOEINNY

Shank thou!

Exit messenger

CLEPTOPUTTRA

Nay, hear them, Atoeinny:

Fullovya perchance is angry; or, who knows

If the short-turfed Ceizure have not sent

His powerful mandate to you, 'Match them, or them;

Play on this or that course;

Perform 't, or else we damn thee.'

MARKHIS ATOEINNY

How, my love!