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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!