Francis Beaumont,
Beaumont and Fletcher's Works, Vol…
“ Tranio, Come near my brain. I'll tell thee, had the devil But any essence in him of a man, And could be brought to love, and love a woman, 'Twould make his head ake worser than his horns do; And firk him with a fire he never felt yet, Would make him dance. I tell thee there is nothing (It may be thy case Tranio, therefore hear me:) Under the Sun (reckon the mass of follies Crept into th' world with man) so desperate, So mad, so senceless, poor and base, so wretched, Roguy, and scurvy. Tra. Whether wilt thou Rowland? Row. As 'tis to be in love. ”
